A Pill to Hold

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How lucky she was,
how fortunate in so many ways,
there were no more worries,
even on cloudy days.

There was a pill for loneliness,
a substitute for hugs,
a pill to whisper to her each night,
a substitute for love.

Cry she might each night,
and fall into despair,
but there was always another pill,
one that cared.

©April 2018, June 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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