She had all a young girl could want,
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
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