It was a truth not difficult to see. Those self-inflicting pain feared the same self-honesty she’d been desperate to flee. Denying her truth of self was to die a lie. Striving for authenticity, while playing a part inside, was living someone else’s life. Finding herself was finding her voice. Finding her truth was accepting the honest choice would bring her joy. ©February 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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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