Who She Ought to Be

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
The past was rife with shadows,
ghosts waiting to claim her soul,
baying wolves,
their howls chasing her future,
anticipating the kill.

She ran through the forest,
less fleeing from,
more seeking the self beckoning,
the self she ought to be
in a place of her choosing.

Atop a windswept crag,
the gale lifted her heavy heart,
drove her to her knees.
Her true self was calling her name
from inside.

©April 2015, May 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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