Sonnet: Come, Destiny


Come Destiny, thou wild haired, wanton wench!
Thou wouldst as soon destroy as e’en behold
Come pluck me from this wooden student’s bench
My soul with awesome, windy wings enfold!

I see thee, waiting near me in the wood
So vigilant — I never see thee sleep
Thine rapier drawn, on this side of it good
The other evil far away to keep

Yet should I slip upon the twisting path
Or fail to see a sign, or miss a door
I know I should incur thine instant wrath
Nor be permitted earthly light the more

For ’twas to thee that I was consecrate
When midwifed by the iron hand of fate


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6 thoughts on “Sonnet: Come, Destiny

    1. This is actually one of very few rewritten from memory after I lost all 1500 pages of unpublished work, maybe ten years ago, the first time I went homeless. It was originally written when I was in my early twenties.

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      1. Oh Ana.b that is awful. So you went homeless once, then got back on your feet, then became homeless again? I wish you could write your story. YoucarexSOvstrong and resilient AND wise. You see through people too. But I know you will have your down times. Ana, I care. ❤️

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