A Poem from a Client

Who is the Shuffle Master?

One day I woke up only to find

The voices I heard were not really mine

They came from tapes in the distant past

Who would have thought time would allow them to last.

Fear of death and no self belief

Why was I dealt these Cards of Grief?

Why was I chosen?

I’ve always been kind

Who was the Shuffle Master

Of the cards in my mind ?

Then a precious, gently soul took my hand

Guided me to a mirror and said “now stand”

As I stared at the reflection

Clarity I came to see,

The Shuffle Master

Of the cards has always been me.

Now the truth is out

And setting myself free will be determined by

Which cards I keep

Or forever let be.