by Dea

Created on: October 14, 2010

As a little girl asked father

about my destiny

he reassured;

that's not your concern my child -

the rider of a white horse already

searching, you destined to be carried

on his palms forever.

The rider turned out in a

beaten Royce-Royce

after a few years marriage

his palm broke most of my bones

dethroned

sitting a wheel-chair

to work out my destiny.

Fragmented to my smallest elements

turned myself inside-out to ask the True

Father about my destiny

He reassured;

that's not your concern my child -

your destiny carved deep into my

Palms in all Eternity.

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