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

                                              Not Struggle. 

Struggle is life

In the beginning 

In the end

Yet always one inevitable outcome

But it is our strength in life


Hanging from a cord

Or a rope

Or suspended in the air and time between.