Fate's Footfalls
Pacing myself as slow as I possibly could,
I fell upon mounts trying to reach the top.
I thought I knew what my life would become,
when it was time to relax, I couldn’t stop.
I tried with stride of presuming my fate,
my footfalls became a struggle,
I almost gave up, thought I was too late,
as my future destiny I tried to create.
Could the outcome of my life really be
something I could wonder and guess?
Conjecturing and surmising what was coming,
I thought I knew my journey, I must confess.
Steps and cadences of the mark of a defect,
treads carrying carriages of heavy cages,
but it seems my will and fortuity can’t connect.
I live a simple life, yet my providence I neglect.
Footprints left upon the reverie’s shore,
was something I never looked behind to see
if I was becoming something I hated,
looking into the reflection right in front of me.
Karma ---- is it really something I believe in?
If I try harder, can I be a woman I respect?
All of my instincts have been powered by sin,
I must find the beauty of my fate held within.
I didn’t see this coming; knew not of the result,
consequences became my imminent futurity.
Approaching my death with the hereafter unknown,
eventual forthcoming devoid of maturity.
I saw not days ahead but longed for replies,
explanations of my tomorrow answers.
Maybe my fate rests right before my eyes,
and I just need to unveil my unwarranted disguise.
Fate's Footfalls
John Lawless
March 5, 2018
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2018
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