A Search Of Contradiction Poem by Lady _off_track

A Search Of Contradiction

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Lines on my hand, foretold my fate
A child of seven, to meet the end at eight
I searched for a palm reader to contradict the prediction
Lost in the crowd, with no contradiction

A thin man appeared, kind and consoling
Guided me home, with words consoling
In my innocence, I asked without a plan
'How are you alive without your hands? '

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
At times, we may feel trapped by our fate, bound by the predictions made about our lives. But even in the darkest of moments, there is always hope. This poem reminds us that sometimes the answers we seek come not from palm readers or fortune tellers, but from the kindness and compassion of strangers. We must never lose hope, even when it seems like all is lost. Miracles can happen, and sometimes, the people who seem the most powerless can have the most profound impact on our lives. This poem is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, and a reminder that we are never truly alone.
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