April Poetry Month
I have not known caution in my life,
I see possibility
In the improbable.
I seek always to bend the impossible
To my own optimism.
If it snaps in its frailty before my unyielding hope
I am astonished as a child betrayed by a familiar toy.
I answer with denial, with disbelief,
Convinced not of myself, but of the need of others.
Driven am I to be a fulfillment
To answer the question
in my own life.
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