Inner Grasp Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tarot cards unfolding from an inner grasp, being read
by interior whisperings on midnight couches.
Finding visions of the future held in check today,
waiting for their turns to be exposed to the world.
Solidifying memories so they can be stored deep within
heredity's souls and taken out on quiet evenings to
study their validity and value.
Watching closely, with the mind's eye, all of life is
fastened securely to visions seen ahead of their time.
Scathing reparations arguing with themselves about
destiny's reasons and fate's insistence to delve into
each reading by oneself to figure out what lies ahead
in interior solace - kept safely hidden in subconscious
caverns of truth.