fate, unparalleled

These calloused

Palms are

Laid down with 

Broken lines,

Interwoven

Into more 

Crooked twines.

Looking for a set

Not parallel 

Maybe,

Just a 

Crisscross

Of hopeless

Dreams,

Crashed, failed

At every attempt

Of becoming

A possibility.

"Where the branches

Of my hand

Entwine

With a lot of

Yours,

I am sure,

It will bear

Leaves,

Flowers

And more"