The New Age

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

I don’t need fixed,
though I was born flawed
and floundered in a maelstrom much of my life.
It was a storm not of my making,
and often I wished it away,
as, likewise, I cursed the torment within.
The imbalance that left me teetering,
it was all an assignment,
a difficult path with fulfillment at its end.
It was for me that I should pause
and wrestle life’s moments
rather then jump on the corporate ladder.
Yes, I cried and I tried to turn away,
for it wasn’t what I wanted,
but, rather, what I needed.
And now I sense a renaissance within,
though where this new age shall take me
I’ve not the vision to see
—yet.

©June 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne

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