The Wait

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
In school,
she painted smiles.
At home,
at night,
she waited for floorboards to creak
outside her door,
for her door to open.

children waited
for birthdays,
the Easter Bunny,
and Santa on his sled.
she waited for the trauma to end.

While she waited,
she hoped
for the help that looked away.
After surviving,
she went away,
found a way
to heal one scar at a time.

©January 2018, January 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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