Fate stepped in and saw me sad
and decided to change my lot.
It said you shall not die yet
and this is what I got.
A chance to write and have my say
and come alive again.
Never did I question the reason why?
I just picked up the pen.
And as the words accumulated
the sadness drained away.
It took a while as all things do
but I wrote on every day.
I felt a lightness in my heart
and left my sorrow behind.
I still feel the need to pen a verse
and quiet down my mind.
Try as I might to challenge fate,
I cannot do this thing.
For what could replace all the words
that make my heart to sing?
The poem has become who I am
and the phrases one by one
continuously feed my soul now
and the sadness is finally done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heart's outpour, penned in splendid verse! great write, Edwina.