Divining

by PeriwinkleGeo

 

What is a fate
but a lie we’ve been told,
a silver tongue we’ve
paid homage to
that fills us with
the deceit of destiny

What is What Must Be
but a way to conceal
the Truth that
nothing is in stone
but the bones
and striations
of a past that died
all the same.

There is no fate
no divination to be
bought or borrowed
from the stars.
It is time we took back
the sacred ink
and started writing our
own words onto the page.

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