FATE POETRY

In one corner sat my conscience,

In the other stood my fate,

My conscience called out to me,

Asking to fight my fear's weight.

"I'll just wait," I said with pride,

"God's penned my fate, let's see what's inside"

Between the tug of conscience, and fate's design,

I lay right there,undefined

Yet, nothing unfolds, no destiny found,

Anger and frustration my heart surround.

I question God, in frustration's state,

"Why is 'nothing' in my fate?"

I gave you the pen, the power to create,

But in hesitation, you sealed your fate

I gave you freedom, paths to take,

You chose to wait,

Out of fear or losing faith

Whatever it was

But so 'nothing' lies ahead."