Destiny, Dragging On

My destiny is tired.
The slope leads upwards, onwards,

Into clouds and far beyond.

My destiny, like me, walks slowly
Mumbles softly
Remembers ancient rhymes.

My destiny, not knowing why
Hardly realising that every game has it's rules
Has decided to try

Though, tired, and betrayed,
A little bit frayed
Has decided

To carry on, far beyond, with aching feet,
On the winding path, the trees
The boulders and rocks

To avoid the torrent gushing beneath.

Copyright Rani Turton 2008

poem by Rani Turton
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