Remembering Balance

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Teetering at the maelstrom's center,
balanced at the edge
in a tormenting wind,
she set her heels down,
her toes finding nothing to hold onto.
She raised her hands in defiance,
to proclaim herself whole.

She wouldn't give in,
wouldn't let haters win,
wouldn't let others choose her identity.
There was a reason why she'd learned balance,
learned to remember
her unique self made her stronger.

©August 2018, April 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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