Gripping Fate
Into my heart
Plunged the hand of fate
Suppressing each beat
With strength and control
Now, if it beats,
It is the hand that permits
Allowing momentary flow
Total control of my being.
With short breaths
I seek to regain control
For naught, the heart is hers
Her hand holds me, yet thrills
I’m fated to love.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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