Wild Fate

The wind may turn, the sky may split apart, But I have learned the rhythm of a heart That bends, not breaks, when thunder fills the air— There’s strength in knowing what you cannot bear. I take the blows the way the oceans do, Each crashing wave remade and born anew, No plea for calmer tides or softer days— I meet the storm and learn its shifting ways. For fate is wild, untamed, and never still, It climbs your back and dares you test your will, It laughs at plans, it scatters what you knew— Then waits to see what fire remains in you. And I—unbowed—stand taller in its wake, A little scarred, but more than I could break, With every loss, a fiercer breath I claim, Not cursed by chance—but rising through the flame. So let it come, the chaos and the unknown, I walk beside it now, no longer thrown, For there’s a pride in standing where you’ve been— Not spared the storm… but forged alive within.