The White Dice

Holding onto White Dice

I held the dice tight in my hand,
a comfort you wouldn’t understand.
I rolled it in the sand,
hoping God would hold my hand
as I bet on it to land
on a place within me,
written to be.

A vision my future self
would want to see.
My palms wide open,
a path unchosen—

Always,

Zahra

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