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Once Upon A Four Leaf Clover

Normally I don�t make wishes
but here I am finding myself
hopeful.
In my palm, delicately placed
a four leaf clover.

I�ve needed some good luck.
because lately i�ve been feeling stuck.
And now this little piece of greenery
has lit my fire,
like a match has been struck.

Fortune never seems to find me,
in fact, it evades me.
Hard times and bad days
are what made me.
Stronger? I�m not really sure,
but I�m durable.
Born to lose but built to win,
still mentally conditioned to believe that
I�m incurable.

Incapable of allowing myself
the pleasure of true happiness.
because I�m always faced with guilt.
I abandon my own desires, call it a jilt.

But today, I find myself hopeful.
Call me crazy for placing all bets
on a four leaf clover.
Hell, I�m not even Irish.
This is completely out of my norm,
but if I make a wish,
it couldn�t cause any harm.

Ready for the dread to be lifted,
the heavy weight off my shoulders.

I guess I�ll know when the time comes,
when I wish upon a four leaf clover.

- Poetic Gawdess