After so many years, the long awaited hand to her hand
her heartbeat charging into the unknown
where she misplaced her last breath.
A charge danced on her skin where never there was a storm.
rushing into the downpour,
raindrops sizzling on her skin.
On her knees in the torrent,
the water becoming steam, becoming fog, becoming salvation.
So, there it was…
heart quickened, she’d awakened.
©October 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne