Although the following is fictional it represents the constant ‘coincidences’ or synchronicity in my life.
A PAPER TORN
As I sat on a bench wondering if I could dare,
to face the day, from my eye corner I did stare,
as a scrap of paper beside me lay.
Faint lines just visible, by hand written in blue,
beneath a single fold, hinting at a possible clue,
a secret story waiting to be told.
But two words were on that scrap of paper torn,
I see them still, that day all my doubt was shorn,
as I read the words “I will”.