Photo: CA Hawthorne
The depth she'd found inside
made her all the more alive.
It burst forth from every pore,
promising there was more,
for no matter what they said outside
she'd not die before her time.

She smiled and skip past
those who'd embraced aging too fast.
Let them remind her she was older,
as if numbers were disorders,
life was about learning while able,
not dying on a timetable.

©September 20222
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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