Between Edges

Courtesy: Pixabay
She traced edges,
her finger jagged and unsteady,
the mystifying way ahead
bending corners.

closing her eyes,
it uncovered crystal life images
she'd never seen.

Why did life
take so long to explain?
Why was she
taking so long to understand?

Turning to passages,
writings between edges,
their uncertainty,
it was, maybe, the point.

©August 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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