Backgammon

Two blots on the bar,
and double-sixes
my only hope
on an otherwise
closed board.
The back game
has become end game,
and I've doubled
and re-doubled
so the last few rolls
mean too much.
I must run for
the home board.
No time left to
leave any more blots
uncovered,
and the game is
no longer mine
to win.
All I ask
is enough throws
of the dice
to take 
as many counters
as I can with me
before the match
is over.

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~~ me too... ~~ sometimes life unravels in such a way, that we have to accept whatever 'is' and receive what we're getting with grace... ~~ this poem is heartbreaking... but it's also infinitely empowering...