Good Luck

 

                 Good Luck

 

 

 

 

It will heal, but it won’t be the same.

Bleeding, burning: scarlet fades to scar.

You’re lucky learning how to lose the game.

 

For dying, only living is to blame.

Wise wounded fight the battle, spurn the war.

It will heal, but it won’t be the same.

 

Once death speaks its word, you can’t reclaim

The room forever breached, the door ajar.

You’re lucky learning how to lose the game.

 

What seems unbearable—despair, grief, shame:

Destruction that instructs. Lower the bar.

It will heal, but it won’t be the same.

 

Your dog gone, or your mom, or—house aflame—

Though who you were abandons who you are,   

You’re lucky learning how to lose the game.

 

It may not be your life, but it’s your name.

Had you dreamed your birthplace was a star?

It will heal, but it won’t be the same.

You’re lucky learning how to lose the game.