Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
She had all a young girl could want,
nothing denied,
no dream a lie,
until the gift that was a curse took it all away.

The gift was a burden misunderstood,
until what should’ve been good
wasn’t good,
rendering a girl becoming a woman not good enough.

Maybe one day her new life would conjure
dreams to mold,
love to hold,
until the gift that was a curse was a gift once more.

©March 2019, Christina Anne Hawthorne

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