Love Your Fate

[nibbed]

Twin sisters rest their eyes upon a deep and darkened wood
Between them said, I fear it not, yet longer still they stood.
Within them both a voice did say, your past is both the same
To make a choice and wander now, that past will not remain.
 
One sister jumped and strided forth, no words or last confessions                       
One sister balked and strided back, content with her processions.
Fear still remained within them both, for masters they were not
Both women felt as if their choice was not their’s to be thought.
 
Yet, truly fate was in their hands; and feet and eyes and soul
Their active minds had drove their bodies and fate had paid their toll.
For what is life, they thought apart, but will and fear combined
One will push, the other pull, along our fettered lines.
 
                                         .             .             .
 
The forest loomed above her head, no sunlight through the trees
But still she strode and laughed and sang; for still there was the breeze.                           I lost it here. I mean, I broke into tears, greatly.
She changed her eyes to see more clear the path she had before her                              
Then changed the path because she wanted to; she wanted to be the forest.                 I don't know if it's the from the distraction of tears,                
                                                                                                                                       but  a weakening of rhyme seems to begin here.
At the entrance she had stayed; she gathered twigs and brambles
Fire she made, and shelter followed, her body worn and mangled.
Her mind pushed on and pulled along; the weighty, withered structure
Molding it to form anew, with hands and feet much better.                                             Again, the first three lines builds a cadence, the fourth line
                                                                                                                                      tuckers out.
Their lives continued on as such, their powers growing stronger
As time would pass, their paths would cross and look they would in longing.                   I am thrown off by the loss of rhythm.
Simpler travels tempted them, together they had comfort
Too not push on is easiest, it does not precede retort.
 
One day they stopped -- discussed their lives -- gave in to temptation
Their stories were illusory, slowing emancipation.
But both agreed some fantasy, at this time was for better
Since drive alone cannot maintain the tolls they had collected.
 
Both sisters grew apart from here, their creations fully fledging                                       Good ending stanza.
One grew the trees, one burned them down; neither thought the other wrong
Both sisters knew their ways were different, their stories understood                              I like this line very much.
So bothered not they seemed to be, two masters of the wood.                                    

hi fuzzyllama

I like your poem, it moved me, dearly.
The title was a blessing.
I had some difficulty following the meter, though.
But there was so much kindness to the poem.
It had unique gentle qualities, a goodness about it.

nibbed