The Other Horizon

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She’d made it.
 The dark tunnel was behind her,
 the other side before her
 where she could see
 the horizon,
 the sun.
 

 It meant,
 not that she’d arrived,
 but that she was growing,
 that there was far to go,
 much to do,
 to learn.
 

 The days
 growing ever brighter,
 illuminated her dreams,
 letting her see it was possible
 to capture lost time,
 capture hope.
 
 

 ©November 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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