Maybe it’s fluke, luck or karma,

Kismet, chance, destiny or fate?

Perhaps an occult or mystic state,

That knocks off kilter our dharma.

Excusing every ‘life drama’

As it’s been written in the stars …

Keeps curs’ed blame well behind bars

Or buried in the deepest vault.

Then, what transpires won’t be ‘our’ fault!

Let us leave it out our memoirs.

(Decima)

Edited poem for Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Vault. It’s been a while – looking forward to getting back to reading the antics of the followers. Click through for the rules if you too would like to join in.

Originally inspired by Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge #28 – Fate.

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