When She Was Gone

Courtesy: Pixabay
"Who can I be?
I can be me."
So simple a phrase,
full of hopes,
full of dreams
and possibilities.
in the end,
would that mean?

It'd mean an honest life,
rich with gratitude,
being remembered,
not for anger,
nor for hatred,
but ethereal gifts
that lingered
beyond her time,
a time of kindness.

©January 2022
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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