The Promise

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Another slumber,
and a little somber,
no details lingering,
her heart lifted anyway,
for stirring deep within
was the promise,
the one made
so very long ago,
the purpose
she couldn’t let go,
the purpose
she couldn’t forget,
for she
was the promise
and the promise
was her.

April 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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