It burst forth, molten hot. Anger! 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 forever. The tears dried. She searched the moment. Her center returned. Balance. In the now, in the calm place was where purpose existed. ©October 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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