Making it Right

Little
 though she was,
 she knew
 what it was
 to be discarded.
 

 The rock she sat upon
 was home,
 the road
 walked alone,
 brokenhearted.
 

 Waking dreams
 walked,
 beside her
 they talked
 about hope and purpose.
 

 Imagination
 held her,
 hand in hand
 it whispered,
 she’d one day make it right.
 

 ©March 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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