This Thing Called Fate (sonnet)

Like going to the store only to find
They closed an hour ago; the doors are locked.
It rattles your cage and addles your mind,
Why didn't you stop to look at the clock?
Like the perfect dress, but not the right size,
They have larger and smaller, but not yours.
It frustrates you, even crosses your eyes,
Til you wonder what you went shopping for.
Like going to work to find that you're off
And didn't even need to go at all.
Like having no Halls when you have a cough,
It can leave you wanting to climb the wall.
Sometimes in life it's too little, too late,
I guess that's what it is -- this thing called fate.

The Maze in My Mind (sonnet)

Ageless and nameless and faceless, I feel,
As though I do not fit in anywhere.
Are my thoughts or my feelings even real,
Or did some weird stroke of fate put them there?
There are some things I know with certainty,
But there are so many things that I doubt.
I have learned a great deal from books, you see,
But there's still so much I can't figure out. 
Do others struggle with questions like these,
Or am I just some special kind of freak?
Will my heart and mind ever be at ease?
Will I ever find the answers I seek?
How on earth will I ever hope to find
A way to explain the maze in my mind?

Somewhere, Someday, Somehow (sonnet)

Somewhere out there is there a man, like me,
Who seeks a mate to complement his soul.
Somewhere out there is someone who could be
The other half of me to make a whole.
Somewhere out there could be just the someone
I've never met, but yearned for all my life.
Someday perhaps, my loneliness all done,
I'll take my place as someone's cherished wife.
Somehow, maybe, God's will includes a mate,
A character that just might match with mine.
Someday, perhaps, if it is not too late,
I'll find the man for me, by God's design.
Somewhere, someday, somehow, if it's to be,
I'll find the one that God's prepared for me.