RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Dangling Fate - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tomorrow's fate is hanging by a thread, dangling in my mind, playing a game of dare just to see what, if anything, will happen.
Watching it's little scary retreat from the edge of life, knowing it won't go by itself into outer boundaries without an inner parachute attached to it's being.
Filling a mind with a variety of uneclipseable moments, traveling into canyons, looking up at the walls, scaling them with an intellect for surpassing it's previous visions.
Visiting all manner of inner sights, keeping everything locked in chests of precious metals from above.
Nothing mattering except that all thoughts be protected from failure and unsafe circumstances surrounding life at every turn.
Trapped by locutions of existence and laid bare on walls of past mountains.
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