For as much as we try

to be masters of our destiny,

we only have little power on it,

we can only hold out and resist,

every sudden or forecasted storms,

ever crossing our life’s path,

whether knowing about them or unaware

for what we may decide,

or for the will and aim of those we love.

For understanding and misjudgement,

for lost love’s feelings,

and love’s feelings regained.

For forsaking and longing,

 forgiving and forgetting,

for all the thoughts unveiled,

for all the words expressed,

for all the words unspoken,

for all the smiles repressed,

for love caught or stolen,

for all the joy displayed.

Almost always, on the final summary

of this time frame we call life,

there’s a very final word to seal

each one and all the events:

resignation,

beyond our will and hopes.

And in spite of what we gave away or took,

what really matters is not what we may have achieved

but the sincerity, deepness and power

of the love that drove our will,

for if we can’t be masters of our destiny

we surely are the masters of our soul.

ennio forina june, 8 – 2017