old poem

I have said,
That you must roll the dice again
Chance the pain.
If you don't throw, you can't win.
Not to try is to shrivel your soul
And flick it to the wind.

But in that moment
When the talk runs high
And the laughter swirls around a pause in the game,
I have stood alone, the dice, uncast
In my hand
And have wondered, unwatched
For a lingering instant…

Do I dare to roll again?


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