The three fates spin the thread of our life at birth
At times, so it seems with the life I know
Then, there are my choices
The threads I spun for myself:
The shock of working at a nursing home
Seeing the incapacitation
Drove me to drive myself in everything
I went all-out, all-in
My endeavor coursed through my ambition to achieve
And so, one thread
The intensity driving me drove me
Just to get by
When incapacitation overwhelmed me,
Overmedication disabled my abilities
“I can’t believe you could function,” my psychiatrist said
And so, one thread
Early aspiration realized late
Struggling to live out a livelihood dreamed of
In real time, in tension with tendentious intractable relations
Resolute in my own reality realizing my dreams
Despite detractors, determined
And so, one thread
Was it the thread spun by the three fates
At my birth? Or spun by my own making?
In parallel universes I envision
Other roads I could have traveled by
Other doors opened, different possibilities, different choices
Other outcomes, other goals, other achievements
Other selves which could be me
Other lives I could live
Here I am, am who I am
In this life, spun by the three fates, or by me
David Fekete 