Winning Hand

Often
I just
want to
drift away

Be put into
a medicated
state
and just
fall into
the clouds

My reality
is so
hard
to experience
lately

Yet instead
of taking
a drink
smoking a bud
popping pills
or using
a needle

I face my
life
head on

Maybe
it is the
Narcotic
called
Hope
that allows
me to 
carry
on

or

Maybe a primitive
source
of courage
that makes
me awake
to what is
around me

I think it is
a little
bit of
both

The storm
will calm
NOW
will be 
a distant
memory
as the
wheel of
time
slowly
spins

I think
I will
wait
it out
because
it is inevitable
that sooner
or later
I will be 
given a winning
hand
at the 
table
called
life