The Fortune Teller

The Fortune Teller (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Why did I feel such dread
To look upon your face
And know you’d won the race?

Why did my heart so fall
And scream in silent pain
To see you win again?

What’s written on your palm
And what stars gave you worth
The hour of your birth?

Is this just darker fate
These secrets I foresee
The footprints that you’ll leave?

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to Dread

  1. Brian Hughes says:

    I’ve found that the best way to stop being beaten in races is to not enter them.

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