Tears Of Destiny

I feel life was meant as a quest for me;
its deeper purpose, etched in stone;
I was born to become tears of destiny;
living many of my years all alone.

When I was young, I sensed a purpose,
for bearing great sadness, inside;
a future destiny, hidden neath the surface,
of a sorrow-filled future, implied.

Nothing about it, was very clear to me;
it was cloudy, vague, and austere;
never understanding what I was to be;
and yet, I felt bold; without fear.

I didn’t really believe there was destiny;
I thought all were born a clean slate;
choosing whatever we’d chosen to be;
so, with destiny, I couldn’t relate.

Yet, deep within, I felt destined to write;
though unable to discern a purpose;
my entire life turned from day into night;
destiny, still hiding neath the surface.

Circumstance left me unloved and alone;
failures seemed destined my path;
destiny granted a new love and new home;
and I thought I’d escaped his wrath.

Circumstance and death left me alone again;
feeling unloved, alone, and in pain;
casting away all past, a new path, to begin;
my losses were to bring others gain.

Finally I discovered the Light neath the surface;
revealing reasons for suffering and fears;
suffering was needed to give all lives purpose;
we are each born one of destiny’s tears.

Monty 10/25/22. # 1,316