Anger Undone

Courtesy: Pixabay
It burst forth,
molten hot.
Every hurt.
Every cruelty inflicted.
Each time
she was abandoned.

In its wake,
a question.
Whispering waves.
What was she doing?
Reliving the past
was letting them
hurt her

The tears dried.
She searched the moment.
Her center returned.
In the now,
in the calm place
was where purpose existed.

©October 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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