Dealers Choice?

 

people often say

I’ve been dealt a bad hand

the cards are crap

to many jokers and the deuces suck



the cards we are dealt

is the hand we hold

until the dealer next shuffles

but the game never ends



the trick is, turn the cards

to your advantage

seven aces in spades

transforming death to life



good players of the game

overcome the adversity of a bad hand

despite what they hold

they know they can win



when your world depends

on what’s in your hand

go all in, don’t back down

never let a bad hand

hold you back or pull you down

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Don’t Stop

 keep moving

every minute of every day

pushing onward

refrain from looking back

evading that twisted claw of grief

as it tries to shred the memories

of yesterday

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Home

opening the door

stepping over the threshold

asking not much

neither a kiss or an embrace

just to lie down for awhile

not to be alone

just to be at home

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Recovery

that oft travelled path

hard to traverse and understand

healing scar tissue keeps tripping one up

on those ever-larger keloids

memories of the past

calm, heal, infuriate



foot sore, weary, burnt and blistered

searching for recovery, healing

crossing over to the other side

searching for another

I see peace

in my eyes

or another’s

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Nevermore

lift me up

nevermore

head on my pillow

nevermore

empty sky

for evermore

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Bleeding Words

writing is when you get stabbed

and you choose to bleed words out onto the page 

.....

instead of spilling your blood on the ground

bleed through your words

.....

stain the pages with your passion and pain

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Broken

not knowing

dying a slow death

emotions bleeding out

lying in an ever widening

pool at my feet

the stains of my life

fade into nothingness

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Tunnel of Love

roll up, roll up

shouts life

as you excitedly queue

to enter the tunnel of love

what beckons

what awaits

so much excitement



the yawning future

sucks you in

darkness beckons, engulfs

holding on tight to each other

and our dreams

forevermore


distant lights approach

eager anticipation unfolds

what awaits

love, eternal happiness

for evermore

……

pain, longing, separation

forevermore

…..

patiently, silently

we await

the darkness slowly lifts 

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Pain

pain fast approaches

crashing into you

ripping all asunder

pulling it in close

embracing, holding

desperately trying

to keep all the broken pieces

together

.......

clinging not ignoring

desperately hoping to transform

........

pain to compassion

anger into love

fear into kindness

.......

needing

positive energy to sustain

through the travails and tempest

that assail on this journey

© 2018 michael d emmerich

A Question…. ?

A question to comment or ponder on:

How does one engender empathy (and hope) in ones darkest hour? Do we/can we do it (engender empathy) because life is fundamentally amazing, even though (or because), is spite of it all, it has an ending?