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Playing My Hand

Courtney Watson

When nightmares came
I reached for you but
You withdrew, so I
Pulled my blanket over
My head, cuddled by bear,
And told myself “It would be okay”

I drew a Jack, but needed a Queen

When I fell off my bike
And blood rushed
Dirt was like makeup and
Tears formed. I reached out for you
But you withdrew so I
Dusted myself off, got back on,
Telling myself “I’ll be okay”

I was dealt the ace of spades, cold

When I had a performance
Singing or dancing, I’d look
In the crowd, but you weren’t
Around. I’d call to invite you
But you always had an excuse
So I looked beyond the crowd
Put on a smile “Encore Encore”

You were the wild card

But he was always in the crowd
Tucked me in, kissed my boo-boos
Wiped my tears. Reassured me that
“It really was okay.” When mommy
Never came, daddy did.

I learned to play the hand I was dealt and win

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