Dear Destiny,

Dear Destiny,

thou art but a mistress,
mover of a mere mortal will,
that yet shapes all that you usurp.

let it be..
it is not fate.
i find it not in the stars.
it is only
your reason that
rules over a life.

it struggles still..
towards the Light…
that does not exist.

Silenced Reason(s)

needling Silence stifles struggling Reason
Fury sees its chance to unfurl
Wrath sees its path cleared
Rage becomes reborn.

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is there ever
a day that goes by
that tears do not fall from the burdened eye?

A stony front
stubbornly tries
to seal its bleeding cracks.

no words are spoken without full thought, or so pretense vainly suggests.

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silenced reasons

mute yet struggling

astute yet mumbling

trying yet fumbling

to be heard.