Fate-06-15-18 in Poetry

The hands of fate,
they twist and pull at me.
But I quickly turn down a forgotten road in hopes that I might break free.

Although, I can’t help but wonder
if the strings are still there,
just out of sight, tying me to a bigger plan.

Every time I dodge fate I seem to meet her again.
She feigns warmth and whispers, “I am only here to guide you”

I’ve grown tired of resisting,
my wrists sore from shackles I cannot see.
Is this all that I was meant to be?

I see her laugh
at another hopeful human
thinking they have a choice.

Lady Fate, would you give me a sign?
Tell me that this life was never actually mine.
Might I detach from this vessel and weave stories in my mind.

I hope I can learn to play my part effectively.
Though, you already know
how this all pans out.

Note:
I’m pretty ‘whatever’ about the idea of fate but I was just thinking about it. Also, there are some weird rhymes. I literally just woke up, wrote this, and formatted it how I like. With the free-form style I use, sometimes rhymes can draw more weight to a certain set of lines or sometimes it just happens. But I wrote this as it sounded in my head.