Looking back, that’s where she came undone,
wondering why others walked a road with signposts
when her road had none.
“Hello? Is no one going my way?”
So many roads for other lives,
so many handed their signs,
she discovered her road went nowhere when she arrived.
No signposts, no companions, no destination,
her road was a road few could walk,
but she faced it, she made it, and built accommodations.
©May 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne