Solitary, still, I make my way

Forged in fear, yearning to stay

Bereft, asea

He took the key

That mist of me

And hid it well

In silence, ‘til my soul fell

Foul of hope, awash in pain

As pearl drops stain

And scar with acid heat

My lust, my love, in full retreat.












Solitario, sin embargo, yo hacer mi camino

Forjado en el miedo, anhelando permanecer

Despojado, perdidos en el mar

Tomó la llave

Esa niebla de mí

Y así se lo escondió

En silencio, hasta que mi alma cayó

Falta de esperanza, inundado de dolor

Como gotas de tinte perlado

Y la cicatriz con el calor de ácido

Mi deseo, mi amor, en plena fuga.


About Nya Rawlyns

Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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