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Poem written for and submitted to “This or That, Vol 36 Poetry Contest,” Edward Ibeh, sponsor, September 13, 2025
HOSTAGES TO FORTUNE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Luck—that’s what some call it, a capricious cotillion with probability, eventually holding one hostage to fortune…” quote by the poet *************** Onlookers watch, brows furrowed with wisdom, judging the inanity of my gambles, the absurdity of my heart~ the unwise pledge made to destiny and chance. Is it luck I chase or a deeper current pulling me onward, a commitment to something unseen~ a surrender to the unknown Hand that guides me? Consequences sometimes sharp and bitter~ Are they lessons etched in pain or moments of grace, divinely ordained, the Master shaping my soul? Were my falls intended all along, an awkward dance orchestrated by a Divine hand, making me a willing hostage not to fortune but to faith? Yes, I am a hostage, bound and gladly surrendered~ a devotee of faith's uncertain embrace. In my captivity, I find the ultimate freedom.
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