Something I wrote many years ago
I played many years, always being dealt hands that could not win. There was no need to even bet.
Finally one day I was dealt a hand that could not be beat.

I made my bet. The table froze in time. No one was calling my bet. No one was raising me. Time froze, but not my mind nor my heart. I sat . I watched the table.


Nothing was moving forward. It was like I was still at the start. Each minute that ticked away waiting for the table to thaw slowly made another piece of my heart fade away.


"I finally have the winning hand," my mind says, "but why is the table
not moving? Why is no one betting?"

My heart says, "don't
fold mind! Soon the table will move forward. Our hand is to good
to fold.

My mind says to my heart, "but heart each minute that ticks you are dying more."
Alas my heart is stubborn and dreaming.
My Heart says, "but i can't let you fold. We never had a hand this good."


And so my mind and heart wait longer and longer my heart becoming
more broken,my mind becoming more discouraged with each passing
moment.


Everything was frozen in time except my mind and heart and the ticking
clock on the wall.

My mind looked at the hand from time to time, recognizing it as a winning hand.

My heart reminded my mind, it is the
only winning hand they have ever been dealt.

Some days my mind had started to lay the cards down but it had never gotten them on the table
for my heart would scream out "No! just a little longer! Soon, mind. Soon
the table will move forward."

Therefore my mind would bring the cards back up, look at them, and try to draw hope from my heart.

The clock kept ticking on the wall. With each tick breaking the heart more.

At times my heart was so broken my mind could barely hear my hearts faint cries to keep holding on - not to fold.

The clock keeps ticking yet nothing moves forward. The only thing continuing is the breaking of my heart as my mind drifted away.

The heart screamed faintly, "no no don't fold! Hold on! The table will
unfreeze soon."

My mind wondered where it would draw it's hope from once the ticks of
the clock had totally broken my heart.

My heart wondered who would hold
the cards if the mind kept being torn apart with each tick of the clock.

My mind wonders after all this time holding on if there would come a day that my heart on it's last string, will
finally scream, "fold! fold! I am broken all the way, we can hold on no more.
We are dead !" Slowly the cards will fall from the hand . My mind will
be gone torn totally apart and heart will be gone, nothing left except a broken, battered, worn out, broken non fixable heart.

My mind and heart both wondered , if they would wait way to long, till this would be their own destiny, yet
still the heart screamed out, "no! Don't fold ! Hold on a little longer the table will unfreeze."


Would it unfreeze or would my mind and heart die before anyone realized their pain?