Chess

One thing I’ve learned in time

That winning is the easy part

It’s the losing that’s hard

When things are going right

It feel effortless, natural even

And when things hid the skids

Every moment is a struggle

The trick is

To direct that struggle

Towards the good times

And plot and plan

Like a game of chess

Until you are the master

Of your world

Not the pawn of circumstances

Some win without graft

But more often than not

The gem of success

Starts with a struggle

To hammer out your world

Like a wise blacksmith

Take heart

It can happen

When least expected

Maybe from a different direction

Than you are staring at

Just hold on

And catch the right waves

And life will open up to you

Like a golden flower