A Dream She Had

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
The dream unfolded
with a dream,
the kind she couldn't share
because girl's like her
weren't allowed to exist.

Her dream threatened
to die a dream,
hatred assaulting her
because she was deemed
unworthy of love.

The dream survived
as a dream,
her heart undying
because they couldn't silence
the place she called hope.

©September 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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