Salvation’s Contrast

Courtesy: Pixabay

Courtesy: Pixabay

She’d known fists
before her freedom
and they’d known her name,
the scars on the inside festering
where she’d closed off hope.

His tender touch,
it was contrast afire.

He opened her fears
to future revelation,
crafting doors with care
and adding windows
for the walls she’d built for protection,
for the walls he helped to make a home.

©September 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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