Trouble Trails
- Nayira Kabarajian
- Oct 26, 2023
- 1 min read
I feel the anticipation
As I roll the dice.
Trouble lurking,
Landing
On a bad number.
With frustration arising,
Resilience burns within me,
As I face the Xs.
Trouble, Trouble, Trouble.
Closer and closer, my color advances
Three pieces yearning to reach home.
The path unfolding,
And I navigate
My twists and turns.
Sweating and competing,
Hoping for a roll that brings me near.
With the sound of every pop,
My heart bounces.
Trouble, Trouble, Trouble.
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