Dealer's Choice
luck of the draw and things we hold dear

This game that we all must play called life
Serves all with cards to play and trade
Or course, the luck of the draw is often cruel
To many, that do not deserve or need them, aces
Those that need more, often dealt nothing but deuces
Some cards we hold differ and some we all share
Dealt at birth a few special cards and told to keep safe
One card in particular told of at the right time, we must cherish
A card unique to us all, of purity and one of a kind to hold
Some care not for it and throw it away, some make it an idol
And telling others to idolise it too or else risk losing the game
Yet it is a card to be played in our game’s time, always with care
What does one do when this card becomes like a yoke on oxen neck
Weighing you, pulling you down into the sea of self-doubt and inaction
Or when one plays it, then regrets the move? Impossible to reverse
Should you not keep it safe until that moment the rules say to play it?
You both want to get rid of it and yet know it doesn’t affect the larger game
But if you want, there will be players to take it from you, collectors of cards
So will you play the card for short term win with the first available player?
Or hold on, hold the card hoping for that perfect hand that may never come
*This is not about playing cards*
About the Creator
Savannah K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience




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