The Hand

A twisted twist of fate,
leading us as it will,
with scripts written.
Seemingly by chance

As we live life,
the hand writes with
deep hidden words.
When paper is forgotten,
we are now set adrift

Drawn to the flame,
Blinded in its light,
Just let it go
The hand continues to write

Stoic Poetry

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