Fate's Hands Poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya

There are so many parts to this girl that you see,
Feigned smiles are only a tidbit of she.
Well-practiced acts doth she show,
But of seams on the heart,
No mortal soul knows.

Great cheer she’ll surround you,
Yet in the moonlighted night,
Her only companions are Sorrow and Fright.
Take a look in her eyes,
There’s definite proof,
Replaying a heartbreak,
Has turned her senses aloof.


She’ll say all is well,
But better even blind know,
No greater lie she expresses,
To mask discreetly her woe.

Oh, bittersweet girl,
Stop embracing your gloom,
This treacherous habit shall one day consume
So then where shall lie,
Your tattered- broke heart?
Among the ashes,
From where it belonged from the start?

“Please hold on for a minute,
I’ll help carry your weight, ”
The girl walked away hand in hand with her fate.