A Writer Of Fate - Poem by Sara Turner
I sit and ponder about this life,
The way it twists and turns
How can I, but one small speck
Leave my mark in this fickle world?
How do I change the winds direction,
Or how often the rain falls,
Are my thought connected to the fates
How can it be, what is?
I reflect on change,
Within myself and within my life,
Funny how just one minute in one day,
Sends me off in another direction,
The power of who bends my beliefs
Then the weakness of minds becomes my strength
As the actress of life
And the writer of fate.
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