Fate

Many say fate is set in stone,

like hieroglyphs hung up on walls. 

That tells stories to all. 

Some say fate is crystal clear,

That it’s something not to fear.

Some say fate is merciful, 

that it’ll create something beautiful. 

Fate, though, is simply fate. 

Something that cannot be defined,

Something that cannot be underlined,

or tamed, like the way the weather-

listens to no one, as if its a feather, 

that falls through the air with grace.

Writer1326

VT

16 years old

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    In the dead of winter,

    crows call out,

    their song a splinter-

    in the silence of doubt.

    Spring is longed for.

    Its warmth wanted more-

    than ever before.

    Though, in the time between,

  • A Reminder Of Winter

    A gentle reminder of love,

    the snow falls around like a hug,

    one I’ve come to appreciate so much.

    The chill in the air sweeps around us,

    as spring dances with winter.

    The two almost inseparable.

  • Those I Love

    I’ve come to realize,

    I am not solely myself.

    I am pieces of those I love,

    Pieces of those I’ve loved, too.

    They make me who I am,

    who I strive to become.

    Deep in my heart,