The Cost

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
It was a job,
time spent
with tasks to do for someone else,
repetitive meaninglessness
stealing her creativity.

It was security,
providing benefits
unless she needed them,
the biggest benefit of all
the dreams where she was somewhere else.

It was pay,
money for exhaustion,
more if she was a man,
until she acknowledged self-respect
would pay in fulfillment.

©December 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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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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