Within the Present Self

She'd spent years
searching for answers,
seeking an invisible guide,
her outstretched hand waiting.

That hand remained empty
until she clasped it with the other,
discovering then that self-reliance
existed between those hands.

Her open eyes found inner strength,
saw it, touched it,
meditated upon its flame
burning in the here and now and present.

©June 2015, September 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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