Contemplating

Posted on April 20, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne
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Who was she,
this gentle person,
this feminine introvert,
so introspective?

Of what use was she,
she who coveted time,
time for contemplation
over mass consumption?

How was one to understand
someone who roared inside,
soared in her mind,
and planted love in the soil?

It occurred to her then,
that they might understand
if they took a moment
to stop shouting.

©April 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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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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