Overplayed Hand

I had a brilliant moment of clarity, inspired by a dream, a profound reminder that things may not be what they seem. There's not always a clear line between evil and good, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing is sometimes misunderstood. Certain years and veiled looks can conceal and surprise but the truth and intent are always revealed in the eyes. They are a gateway to the soul, a window in which we see, too many will often ignore the strength of powers that be. A self-righteous man will sharply preach with a raised fist. From a pulpit, he is there to hide what they have missed. Some will get lost an seek to build a box from detergent, and all the while they seem to forget, we all are divergent. Everyone is dealt a hand with a message within each card. Deciding which one to play is a decision that’s usually hard. You can hit or you can fold, you might even choose to stay, just be cautious and study the pattern, but never overplay. 11/25/22 Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh