Dear Fate
A Letter
Dear Fate,
Oh,
How life takes shape
Oh,
The twists it takes
Why can't life be simple
All The thorns,
I cringe, a little
Every jagged turn
Oh,
how my heart burns
Will I weather this storm?
Or will I fall, like before?
Is life a closed door?
No more chances
Just missed advances.
Oh,
Fate,
Can't you see?
My deserving need
to conquer and succeed,
All These perfect demons
They mystify and hurt my reasons.
Will you help me along?
To remain calm
To blend into destiny's song
And find a place I deserve to belong.
In your hands,
Jessica
About the Creator
Jessica Burby
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