It is, by chance, I find me here

Destiny lies in my utmost fear

Down below, the waters thrash

From up above, the falls do crash

Spraying droplets, upon my skin

As I ponder, should I jump in?

To drown in the eddies, that violently swirl

As I throw myself in, with an agonizing hurl

Or shall I sit here, letting the pain escalate?

And live with this, everlasting, twinge of fate?

March Writing Prompt:  A Twinge of Fate – Day 25/31

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