Chasing Acceptance

There was a point along the road
 when she realized the truth,
 that being different
 was going to have to do.
 

 Chasing dead ends
 was a cul-de-sac of indifference,
 where frigid embraces
 bore no resemblance to acceptance.
 

 She’d waste no more time
 chasing what others wouldn’t give,
 she’d count happiness milestones
 where she chose to live.
 

 ©January 2018, February 2021
 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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