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  • Nayira Kabarajian

Trouble Trails

I feel the anticipation

As I roll the dice.

Trouble lurking,


On a bad number.

With frustration arising,

Resilience burns within me,

As I face the Xs.

Trouble, Trouble, Trouble.

Closer and closer, my color advances

Three pieces yearning to reach home.

The path unfolding,

And I navigate

My twists and turns.

Sweating and competing,

Hoping for a roll that brings me near.

With the sound of every pop,

My heart bounces.

Trouble, Trouble, Trouble.


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