The State of the Mirror

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The words came from a place not difficult to find,
though they were for some.
Her mirror held a troubled view,
it reminded.
Injustice remained.
She refused to see the other reflection,
the one seen by some.
Mothers were everywhere,
their heartbreak widespread,
the mirror’s tears begging her to write more words.

©June 2020, Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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