Freedom’s Air

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Years in a cage
dreaming of freedom,
dreaming of being,
wondering if when opportunity came
if she'd be brave enough
to thrive.

The day arrived
and freedom's air invaded.
At the threshold,
she realized
the one holding her back
was herself.

Hands fists,
she raised her voice.
it was for one,
for all,
and she'd not waste it again.

©November 2017, 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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