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New Bones
Staring down at the city, I see an expanse of lives
Unsettling sonder settles on my heart
Their hustle, their battles, their nine-to-fives
What was thought, let down; what was created, destroyed part by part
The wave hit land after land
Wrecking devastation through thick and thin
Homes swallowed, health crippled, hope abandoned
Broken dreams courting desperation and disappointment akin
They say there's light at the end of the tunnel
But the tunnel is long stretch of swamp we walk barefooted
Because the only way is forward even if you have suffer and pummel
For world shook from its topmost canopies and its deepest roots uprooted
What now?
New bones, the rippled reality asks for
New bones from the ruins and decay of the weary
New bones of thought, vision and compassion to the core
New bones to survive and build back, to the future we ferry
If Only
Years ago, we played as one
We picked each other up, doubts were none
Summers went by and we grew
Still thick as thieves but trouble did brew
Handling the rose thorns and splinters
Was the least I could do but then came the winters
With time came bruises, healed but scarred
Wish I could look past them but I upped my guard
If only things were different, simple and pure
The blood we’re bound by could have been the cure
Yet, life is complicated
You wait for fruit with breath so bated
I sit and watch as twists knot
Hoping you won’t let it rot
Your battles, after all, showed you the way, like a comet in a constellation of stars
But know I’m here if our paths ever should cross
Latching on to the last ray of shine proved futile as it got dark faster than I could chase.
So I fall back into the woods, let the night consume me as the cold breeze grazes me and whispers about the compelling catharsis it holds
Last light
Navigating the Crossroads: Exploring the Dichotomy of Free Will vs. Fate
Shaina Tranquilino
May 25, 2024
In the realm of philosophical musings and existential ponderings, few debates are as timeless and tantalizing as the tug-of-war between free will and fate. It's a topic that has captured the imagination of poets, philosophers, and thinkers throughout the ages, each grappling with the age-old question: do we chart our own destiny, or are we mere pawns in the hands of fate?
In a poignant reflection on this eternal quandary, a poem aptly titled "Free Will vs. Fate" by s.m.t., serves as a poetic lens through which we can explore the complexities of human agency and the enigmatic forces that shape our lives.
The poem begins by evoking a sense of contemplation, inviting readers to ponder whether we truly steer the course of our lives or whether we are merely swept along by the currents of fate. This dichotomy sets the stage for a nuanced exploration of the interplay between choice and destiny.
"Choices made, yet fate entwined,
In destiny, our paths aligned."
Here, the poet suggests that while we may make choices along the journey of life, there is a sense of inevitability, a predestined intertwining of our fates. It raises the question: are our choices truly our own, or are they predetermined by some higher power or cosmic design?
"Free will whispers, soft and clear,
'Choose your path, dispel the fear,'"
Amidst the ambiguity, the voice of free will emerges, urging us to seize control of our destinies, to embrace autonomy and agency in the face of uncertainty. It is a rallying cry against the notion of fatalism, a reminder that we have the power to shape our own reality.
"Yet unseen hands may guide our way,
In subtle nudges, night and day."
However, even as we strive to exercise our free will, the poem suggests that unseen forces may still exert influence over our lives. Whether through coincidence, synchronicity, or the subtle workings of fate, there is a recognition that our paths may be gently nudged in certain directions, beyond our conscious control.
"Are we authors of our fate,
Or do we dance to rhythms great?
In life's vast play, we seek to find,
The balance of both heart and mind."
Ultimately, the poem beckons us to ponder the delicate balance between free will and fate, between autonomy and determinism. It reminds us that while we may not have all the answers, we are participants in the grand tapestry of existence, navigating the crossroads of choice and destiny with humility and grace.
In essence, "Free Will vs. Fate" serves as a poignant reminder of the eternal quest for meaning and purpose in a world where the lines between choice and fate often blur. It challenges us to confront our assumptions, to embrace the complexities of the human experience, and to find solace in the journey itself, wherever it may lead.
As we continue to ponder life's imponderables, may we draw inspiration from the timeless wisdom of poetry, and may we find solace in the search for truth amidst the mysteries of existence.
So, dear reader, as you contemplate the verses of this thought-provoking poem, I invite you to embark on your own journey of self-discovery, to wrestle with the age-old questions of free will and fate, and to embrace the profound beauty of the human experience in all its complexity.