Fate, Is But a Journey
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I have traveled a long, twisted road to the here and now,
and I am unsure and hesitate as to where my life is going;
I have lamented so much death and wept at being left behind.
Oh, what is my destiny? What is my serendipity? Is it in the stars?
What does fate have in store for me? Time is clicking away,
perhaps, I can make my own destiny- no matter how precarious;
it is never to late to begin new, each moment is a new beginning,
so, I will take one faltering step after another, even when I fall.
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June 25, 2018
Poetry/Prose/Fate, Is But A Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1034-828-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Line of Fate,
When you wonder if it is too late
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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