a messy, chaotic place
where the future wished for and feared
collides with a past fled or impossible to escape.
Here, suspended above the boiling cauldron,
where the perspective isn’t on balance,
but on looking truth in the eyes,
see within the face looking back—the malice.
Trust lost becomes trust regained,
but with a measure of caution
and a willingness to rage.
©January 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne