Loneliness swept into the room when she wasn’t looking,
whispering her name,
catching her breath,
and tossing it away.
On her knees, she screamed,
“No, no more, I’ll not suffer this any longer.”
If it must be there’s no one for me,
then I must be enough for myself.
then I’m not who I want to be,
and it’s time to set the real me free.
©August 2019, Christina Anne Hawthorne