Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
She waited
in her small hiding place
that wasn't hidden enough.

She waited
for the soft voice that never came,
never soothed or reassured.

She waited
for a gentle touch,
but what came bruised her soul.

She waited
for the tears that weren't allowed,
a weakness for which she must atone.

She waited,
hoping for rescue and a loving hug.
She waited.

©May 2016, January 2023
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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4 Responses to Waiting

  1. Chinny says:

    Reminds me of a very loveless ,when i wanted to be loved and it came not. The resulting poem is similar to yours in meaning. Great piece

  2. Chinny says:

    Yes,you’re right….You’re welcome and Thank you too

  3. Chinny says:

    Please you are free to visit my site ma’am.

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