The Mirror of Her Fears

Courtesy: Pixabay
The childhood she'd fled
wasn't quite
abandoned.
In adulthood,
it was reflected in dreams,
the safety she crafted each day
ripped away
when she closed her eyes.

The peace she cherished
was seemingly lost,
but upon opening her eyes
it was time
to begin again,
to become a mirror reflecting
the self-care she renewed
each day.

©July 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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