The Sound of Her Life

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Who was she
without life,
purpose,
or her identity?
The sense of self
she'd fought so hard to find
they wanted to bury.

Breathe,
she'd breathe,
she'd let the haters fade away,
she'd remember all she'd done,
all she had,
and the voice
she'd found.

In the mirror,
her identity stared back.
In her words,
her voice said,
she had a purpose.
In her exhale
was the sound of her life.

©May 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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