11th
Three Times Have I Fate Encountered.
Image Credits: Chuck Schneider
Three times have I fate encountered,
the first a brash brush with Death,
as I drove body and soul into a pit,
screeching steel and burning rubber,
blinding lights and a fearful flip,
a crash deafeningly loud followed by a quiet sickeningly silent.
Three times have I fate encountered,
surviving the first few years past,
the second an unfamiliar face in a familiar crowd,
a friendship uncertain in nature,
but a love no doubt could pry apart,
a happiness not even I could deny.
Three times have I fate encountered,
the second slipped away so suddenly,
two and twenty months of blessed joy,
sunk by a moment’s hard truth,
present words and actions recent that cut so deep,
better off having ended at the First thought I.
Three times have I fate encountered,
is there more, I wonder; and why.
