Cross-legged on the floor,
she clung to composure,
a chaotic wind
wanting to tear her world apart,
carry her away.
"Focus on the present,
focus on the now."
The words burst forth,
words once learned,
words surfacing
when she needed them most,
penetrating the wind.
"Focus on the present,
focus on the now."
The repetition
brought equilibrium
where there were her lips moving,
her lungs moving,
and nothing else.
"Focus on the present,
focus on the now.
Focus on the present,
focus on the now.
Focus on the present,
focus on the now…"
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.
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.
Christina Anne Hawthorne 