The Fabric

Courtesy: Pixabay
Cross-legged on the floor,
she quieted her mind,
sought the fabric
that was existence,
that was the entirety of life.

She was unique,
gifted with meaning and purpose,
bestowed with the knowledge
she could create her future
one act at a time.

Choice was knowing,
choice came with responsibility,
for the fabric of humanity
was individual threads,
but each action influenced the whole.

©May 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.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s