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Within her heart held such a strong desire to see the past as present.
It pulled against the threads of fate, pleading to cease looming anymore future.
But it’s all in vain.
The power of Fate forever weaves at the mercy of forces creating constant tomorrows.
And through her eyes she mourned how others disregarded,
The importance of holding onto something,
Just for the sake of familiarity aiding adjustment to patterns of new beginnings.
Unable to choose just a few from the familiarity of things,
She shed her tears while watching the treasures bounded to her memories,
Taken and forced into new hands of those not interested in each story.
And once again, she stands her ground to refuse the start of a new beginning.
She grabs and hides what she can take at that moment, saying she’s not ready.
But Fate cannot wait for her to decide,
As it is no longer choice but necessity to continue forward.
And those who feel her sorrow, fear, and dread look on as they remember
The past moments when they too begged and pleaded to prepare for just this moment in history.
Regretting not pushing more, knowing this time would come,
When a loss meant someone would have to decide what can stay and go.
She would not budge then, a clear indication of resistance to this new beginning.
Some don’t want to think about the moment when new beginnings are just for the living.