I do not believe in fate
yet at the same time I have become resigned,
accepting of what will happen to me.
It is like being born
and at the same time being led to the gallows: I accept it.
Yet with each, I will dangle by a rope,
a cord for a short time in the air,
STRUGGLING to live and breathe.
In one, I will.
In another I will not.
Yet accepting of it does not mean I will not in the end
and the beginning
Struggle is life
In the beginning
In the end
Yet always one inevitable outcome
But it is our strength in life
THAT WE STRUGGLE
Hanging from a cord
Or a rope
Or suspended in the air and time between.