Courtesy: Pixabay
There were those distracted moments
when she'd idly wonder.
When was the first time,
the first moment when she realized
she was different
and unlike the other children?

Was it that first day in kindergarten?
Was it that first thought
she hesitated to share?
Maybe it was the moment she tried to forget,
the moment the truth burned,
the moment she knew fear.

©June 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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