The Defiant Heart

The claws of midnight are here again, and once more, I am the prey. Oh, the mighty night is absolutely consuming! I dissolve into the shadows, aching for a love that has no desire and no map to find me-- a love that remains the still air in a room that has become a prison. Yet, even in this dead hour, a soft and gentle murmur persists. For a heart that is longing, yearning for love, is a heart that still beats-- a defiant pulse carving a bold path toward a beautiful dawn, where I am no longer the prey, but the maker of my own light. Copyright 2026, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved