Wild Card Poem by Nicole Seekings

Love,
Its like a playing card
A wild card,
Your “lucky card”.
You throw it into play
Hoping it will land you your win.
You throw it wrong,
Your hand is forced
You have to fold-
But it hurts.
Forcing yourself to play this game
Over and over again
Knowing that you could lose.
Now it’s time to play again.
Will you take the risk and “go all in”?
Will you make it something pure?
Or will it run you astray?
Love-
A playing card-
A bitter-sweet risk.