She Wouldn’t Forget

Photo: CA Hawthorne
Photo: CA Hawthorne
She was struggling,
images becoming memory's face,
but the dangerous paths
triggering trauma's torment
had to be faced.

She'd not look away,
not when trauma threatened others
and her compassion remained,
a product of her humanity,
the humanity dying before her eyes.

Her past held little kindness,
but there was compassion in the present,
compassion she'd make real
because she wouldn't look away
or forget what she'd seen.

©March 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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