Luck

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You're so lucky, she said

I'm dying in this place and you're leaving 

You're so lucky, she said

I do not own luck 

Luck hasn't given me her hand to shake 

to walk with her side by side 

Luck hasn't knocked on my door 

and given me an ace of spades 

Luck wasn't my friend when I was born 

She isn't my friend now 

I do not converse with Luck 

She is non existent 

and I 

feel sorry for those who believe in her. 

Luck has not given me soft, graceful hands 

untouched by harsh winds 

Luck has not given me a soft heart 

for I have seen the world for what it is, 

I cannot think fondly of human beings 

Luck isn't on my side. 

Passion 

Determination 

Solitude 

Ambition 

Hate 

Unjust 

Heartbreak 

Sickness 

Love 

Art 

I would not trade the way I see the world

for an ignorant eye. 

You don't get a ticket out of the life that is 

forced upon you

through Luck 

Luck has not brought me my gift

I have created and moulded it with my bare 

hands 

and I slowly try to chip away

at the walls of my cement 

heart 

with my brittle fingernails. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we create our own creativity through what life gives us...i used to bowl a lot...there were certain strikes that appeared to be luck...but those of us who did it seriously, we knew that most of the carry was made by the revolutions of the ball, not by luck.

same with love, same with the pen...

we use what comes, and make with it what we will.

j.

[Kirsty Woodward]

Yes. It's an insult to call all the hard work that is put into getting to a certain place in life, luck.

Thank you for this.