One by One

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
Her journey,
taken alone,
the haters
screaming,
others
deserting,
condemning,
threatening,
those promising support
fading away,
each one blinking out
one by one.

Maybe,
just maybe,
the fear
was a blessing
in fisted disguise,
a caution,
warning,
inspiration
to escape the intolerance,
find a place where
hatred
happened elsewhere.

©September 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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