Fateful

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I argued with myself

like all children do when searching

for what truths we’d like

to delve deeper into.

It didn’t feel like disappointment or rage,

but more like acceptance

with tinges of fear on its tail.

I was looking for protection in the wrong places —

as much as I didn’t want to believe it,

for I grew up with prayers and hand upon my shoulder.

It was hard to swallow —

maybe there wasn’t a grand plan afterall.

And some, like me

would have an unlucky roll of the dice

and there would be no mercy.

Up to you alone

whether you can withstand it on your own.