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Caroline Shank
Poems
Dec 2022
To My Daughter in Whom Arrived the God of Mischance
Your early inborn magic did not
fortell the whirls and winds
of the future. The shine of
youth ended in turbulence.
Dismania, like fingers, touched,
you. Ivy on brick, the tendrils
pierced. Walls of
uncertainty nourished
and you, welcomed the
future.
There were no tomorrows.
Pulling you through the
mirror of myself you tore
into
uncertainty.
No Magi, not even
with gifts of surcease
brought by the force
of love
released you.
Still the running child
you crash into a future
whose spiders claw at you.
Tomorrow waits
protected
by your addiction.
Reach into the future
all you want,
you cannot tear the
crawl of your destiny
away.
Caroline Shank
10.13.2022
Written by
Caroline Shank
77/F/Wisconsin
(77/F/Wisconsin)
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