What Breath Remains

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Cold sorrow melting in bitter fire,
searching for the truth that will douse the flames.
Gentle heartbeat,
I know you care,
for I see anguished tears unclaimed.
Please escape your prison,
please awaken and find your sun has not yet set.

Time hovers unbound,
desperate breath’s remaining.
Your uncertain essence struggles to emerge,
a wreathing torment’s shadow,
unfulfilled, fading.
Life begs you to hold its hand until the hand you hold
reaches for an absent sunset.

©October 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne

4 Replies to “What Breath Remains”

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  2. Christina your words are on fire….
    Life begs you to hold its hand until the hand you hold
    reaches for an absent sunset.
    Sad poetry and yet so powerful I hope you are reaching for a soft Autumn sunset and everything in your world is grand. You should be so proud of these poems they really are unique.

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