If Fate Had a Mailbox

May 25, 2012
If Fate had a mailbox
on a country road somewhere
believe me when I say
she’d get mail from me out there.

She works in funny ways
shouting riddles right and left;
when asked for clarification
sends another just to vex.

Why me? I’d ask her first,
in a letter sealed with wax.
Don’t you have seven billion
others to test, to tease, to tax?

When she smiles, it is but fleeting
on her lips so carmine-worn,
and I thank her for the moment
’fore it runs off with the morn.

In a mailbox on a country road
white letters lie ever in wait
until the blue box is opened up
by a red-hearted fiend called Fate.

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AriShine This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 4, 2012 at 6:07 pm
This is such a cute poem! I love the personification. Good job!
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