Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Luck is a double-edged knife
All last week
It pointed up
Lurking at the back
Point threatening and insecure
Making me unsure
Then out it pops
Right way up
Point down
Knife strapped firmly to the wood
Some good luck, at last
I think
But then, it’s a rough day
Shouting, carrying on,
Uncertain in relationships
Mental health askew,
So, is this luck?
Am I a lucky duck?
Or did I dodge something
Even worse?
(quack)