I tried to find solace in my sorrow
I must get up to greet a good morrow
Tearful moments buried long past
Slumber was riding them fast
My wishes came alive as I slide
Deep down the chasm ,fate being my guide.
He held my hand ,showing up the way
To my chagrin,tryst with him was but a short stay.
Scattered Thoughts 
While resignation to the fate is inevitable to some extent, we are also responsible for shaping the fate. We can alter the fate by what we choose to do.
Liked your poem, nevertheless.
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I agree with you..as the line goes..” we make our own fortune and call them fate”
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And That is Fate..Sometimes it put us to the Ground but then lift up again and show the way..That’s how it is.. 😀
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