Climbing

Posted on June 29, 2020 by Christina Anne Hawthorne
Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

She’d faltered,
fallen,
her soul pummeled,
plundered,
yet she remained,
wounded,
broken inside,
but not ready to die within.

Always climbing,
ascending,
her heart ragged,
jagged,
yet she continued on,
haggard,
because within
was more than imagined.

©September 2014, 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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