• No one knows where it starts
    But most start in child hood
    The media we are exposed to
    Seems to have an effect

    She watched her fellow peers grow up
    Their lives seemed so perfect
    She and a few others came from broken homes
    Only their dreams guiding them
    Like a flame it ignited their souls
    Either driving them to strive
    Or fall like a phoenix from the sky.

    She grew up strong, independent,
    She arose from the smoke like a goddess being released
    So full of life, so much confidence.
    Till that day
    The day she had received the envelope of fate
    She held it tightly, and prepared

    The building was beautiful and flashy
    It’s lights illuminated the sky as if it were the sun
    Inside was very busy
    Many coming and going
    Slot machines lined the walls and filled the room
    Lights and alarms always flashing
    But that wasn’t were she was going

    She was escorted to the back
    Dressed in her best she saw the fellow players
    The table an old oak, golden inlay glistened
    She stood to the side getting ready
    The dealer had a warm smile
    His aura very calming
    Her hands sweaty, shaking as she handed it over
    The envelope.

    The dealer grasped it firmly
    Ripped the top open
    Releasing its contents in his hands
    Two red die
    The dealer smiled as he handed it to her
    She glanced around at the others again

    Deep breathe
    Grasp the die

    She glanced down at the table
    Die becoming warm in her hands
    As she released them she watched them fly
    The die now having the glow
    The glow from her soul

    Gasps escaped the crowd
    Her eyes start to water
    The game of life is very fickle
    And a man approached
    He was more cold, wearing all black
    She wiped her tears and took his hand

    The path was broken, dirty, and worn
    He said his name was Hardship
    Taking her to a prison
    The walls grey, the floor grey, the uniform grey
    She was escorted into her cell
    Four grey walls with a small barred window

    At first she just laid, lifeless
    Feeling like the end was near
    She wanted to end it
    Till she heard it
    Turning to the window
    Natural light like a spot light
    The bird looked in the cell, at the girl

    Like a match lighting a old flame
    She smiled
    She knew


    Everything will be ok
    There will be another day
    She’ll get another envelope
    She’ll soar once again