My Life the Roll of the Dice
My Life ( the roll of the dice)
Like the luck of the dice, rolled
in pretty colors sprawled out by
shaken fist onto the floor.
Fist that once prayed to God for
some reassurance that it will all
work out. I sit here.
One die thrown in turquoise blue
like the shallow waters washing
over me. Streams floating down
floating down I need to keep my
feet intact on the ground.
Cold hard cement where they are
planted firm. My spirit is not allowed
to squirm.
Hands flawing fast grasping onto
anything solid in hopes of saving me.
Yet it is myself that I need to grasp.
I am the only saving grace in my life
not the dice.
Stand steadfast strong while being
nice even in the face of adversity.
With eyes smiling in pretty colors
like dice sprawled out by shaken fists
in determination of my life.
I will win this game.
By: Debbie Kelly
2008
Copyright © Debbie Mills-Kelly | Year Posted 2014
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