King of Hearts

My hands been dealt, the stakes are high.
All eyes on me, both critical and kind.
All cards on the table, my intuition - numb.
I regain confidence as the King of Hearts is found.

I’m done with second thoughts,
its "all or none".
My heart already up for the gamble,
what other sacrifices am I willing to make?
Winner takes all, yes, but I must consider the cost.
My face matches the games' namesake,
my assurance trembles with uncertainty.
Will these expectations be matched?
Can I survive the consequences?

This is life - it's a gamble - a blind bet.
Given the hand I'm dealt
I'm doing my best.
It's either "luck of the draw" or favored odds.
Nothing is certain or can be promised.
Perhaps, victory isn't reliant on good sets
but on my decision regarding
pursuit of happiness.

A gambling addict can lose everything
and reckless decisions end in pain.
But, through the unpredictability
I hold evidence of truth in my hand;
the King of Hearts already won my bet.

And so, I gamble.
And so, I pray.
And so, I live
with no regret.