Cards
Through and through, the wind and rain,
I am the lucky one, but none in vain.
For my hands flow freely,
Fleetingly working through pain.
I pour myself in,
All and some change.
Secluded and solemn,
My works are my own.
I have finally learned them,
The seeds have been sown.
When my life’s crumbling,
And when my world turns fake.
What I can do, what I love,
Tends to ease the ache.
For when the world has turned its back,
And when my fire turns cold.
I can keep my self alive and warm,
By playing the few cards I hold.
I scan my hand and daringly smile,
This round I do not fold.
Copyright © Madisyn Collier | Year Posted 2009
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