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 dare face the day,
without conscious thought I turned to glance,
and found, quite by chance
that a scrap of paper beside me lay.
Faint lines just visible, were by hand written in blue
perhaps a secret story waiting to be told
there beneath a single fold
perhaps hinting at a hidden clue.
But only two words were on that scrap of paper torn,
and as with nod and smile “You can” I read
the day released it’s dread
and all my doubt was shorn.