Although the following is fictional it represents the constant ‘coincidences’ or synchronicity in my life.


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.


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