The Corner



She was a child possessed with fears

Whose dreams revealed another place

Where shadowed shapes that lived in mirrors

Pursued her at a furious pace.

She ran all night and every night

And finally slept in that large room.

With just one sister in her sight,

The room was cold as any tomb.

She fled the awful mystery

Stalking her nightly from afar.

Old floors creaked out their company,

Dim light shone from a distant star.

Now, many decades later, each

Passing monster is defined.

And too well known. Each caused a breach

A shattered bond of heart and mind,

Proclaimed the false, the narrow, dull,

Chased her back then, ignored her here

As, quite alone, she felt the pull.

 This poem appears in the December 31, 2014, print issue of National Review.


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