Surviving and Surviving

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
They tried to kill her once
—more than once—
the ignorant haters
who'd forgotten their medical oath,
their cruel hearts seeing no value
in her identity.
It didn't matter.
She'd survived after tossing the odds aside.

She'd not provide them a second chance
—she'd not bend—
a survivor once,
she could stand alone again,
she'd keep her dignity,
keep her identity.
She'd stand taller than their prejudice
or die fighting.

©May 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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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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