Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

She waited.
It was a hiding place,
but not hidden enough.

She waited for the soft voice,
but the soft voice never came,
never reassured.

She waited for the soft touch,
but the touch that came
bruised her soul, broke her bones.

She waited for the tears,
but tears weren’t allowed,
tears were weakness for which she must atone.

She waited…
Hope said someone would come, there’d be a hug…
She waited.

©May 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne

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