Que sera sera
Forcing fates hand
It’s what I do.
Such a juxtaposition
Of legs that tremble under the weight of uncertainty
In my own abilities
Yet a poised determination
That sets my soul aflame and lights the way as I forge my very own path
Disregard
For every cue that destiny whispers to my turned back
“What will be will be”
In those words
A challenge
I rise
I lift my head
Throw my shoulders back
Feigned valor
And I rage
“No.”
The echoes of a contrary spirit
Rattle the window panes
The floor tremulous
Quaking conviction
That simultaneously anchors me in this assuredness
What I choose for me
Is what will be
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