Signposts

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
Looking back,
she could see the truth,
see where she began to come undone,
spending too much time wondering why
others walked a road with preset signposts
when her road had none.

No signposts
and no destination,
she came to realize,
was a glorious brand of freedom,
and so she faced the truth of her open road
and made her own damn signs.

©May 2018, March 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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3 Responses to Signposts

  1. Chaymaa says:

    Lovely poem 💖

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