Negotiating a high mountain pass in my dreams

I have been thinking lately how conscience and fate meld together

Alone I stood, in my room
I took three paces, in my room
Greeting my conscience
Across the room, my fate
Was placed before me
My conscience, was crying out before me
Negotiating a high mountain pass in my dreams
Next I dream fate is near
But fate refuses to listen
In the middle of my nagging conscience
I lay at night, loosely between
Fate and conscience
Dreams become near
As fate begins to listen
As conscience wanes
And the chains cease to hold
My weakness ceases
Thoughts of failing fade
In that moment peace
Opened the doors of fate
Revealing a clear conscience
With no rhyme or reason
Deep within the soul
Stand tall and feel whole once more
 With Conscience and fate together
(c)bjsscribbles

Reviews

[Bina]

Lovely poem, we are the captains of our own fate I believe although sudden roadblocks tend to alter our course :)

[B.J]

Thank you for your review, fate leads us in all directions, I also believe the road blocks as you say alter our course. They have in my life big time over last couple of years.