Fate is real.

I do believe that now.

Fate is real, or I would not be in this situation, despite overthinking everything & almost manipulating any potential factor before I decided to let everything just play out.

Fate led me to my current dilemma.

So here’s a poem for you:

Fate speaks

I close my ears

I close my eyes

I cannot hear

What it wants to say

It can ruin my mood

Or make my day

Or make me stay

In this raging hell-hold fire

That seems to aspire

To continuously conspire

To hold me & hate me

To steal all my innocence

To take all the love I give

& spit back a poison

Is this a lesson?

But out of nowhere

A tiny boulder

Of trust, of lust,

Rolling out from the dust

No wonder I couldn’t see it

No wonder I couldn’t feel it

I had lost my spark

It was a shot in the dark

But it came through to me

Ran all the way free

& saved me from myself

A little elf on the shelf

I thought I was good

I thought it was real

But I was so wrong

Was it just me appealed?

I lost everyone

No, it wasn’t fun

When it took such a turn

& everything burned

I tried to come back

To this mess

Was it right?

I thought I put it to rest

But everyone was happy

& I was just here

You all just got over it

Like it wasn’t two years of our lives

Some of our lives

Was it so wrong to stay in the grief

Until it built up

Like a barrier in the reef?

Is it so wrong to ask for redemption?

Surely it isn’t the hardest temptation

To ignore

Or am I such a bore

That it wouldn’t even matter anyways?

This is where fate leads me these days