Fold - A Slam Poem

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Life is like a game of cards, you're dealt a good hand, or you're left feeling hopeless.

But like one of my favorite characters said, "Folding was never an option."

To fold is to give up, and I haven't played enough to make that decision.

Through trials and tribulations this hand has taken me.

With this hand I was drawn toward that ledge, nearly folding.

These cards in my hand, the Ace up my sleeve, THEY are what keep me on the brink of despair.

To quote Final Fantasy, "Looks like I needed the cavalry after all. Maybe going solo was a bad idea."

Within me, quotes like these instill feelings of hope, of fate.

And if what fate has in store for me is failure, then with the Ace up my sleeve I'll defy fate and the Reaper herself.

The Ace up my sleeve? The Ace in itself, is the reminder that even during my darkest days, I'm never truly alone

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 13, 2022 ⏰

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