She was born into herself,
a self not always accepting,
so she set to building walls
for her own protection.
Protect, they did,
till seeing beyond she couldn’t do,
for alone and safe was a lonely place
till she set to building herself anew.
Her new self was the old one,
but without hatred self inflicted.
The new self knew happiness
because she was no longer conflicted.
She was she and she was free,
a vast, open place to be.
©October 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne