Coinage

They found themselves a little reluctant

to part with their coinage,

dear bought as it was, fraught with

wrenching choices and sacrifice

and the tippy balance point

of fate and luck.  They’d be happy

to give up their losses,

but maybe not their wins,

so they held on, though the corrosion

hurt them

They needed to get a sense of

what they wouldn’t lose

and what they’d gain

by letting go of all that they were grasping,

to feel, instead, the dawn upon their foreheads,

the bright glow that smoothed their brows,

the kindling excitement of laying hold

on that darting liquid light

of true worth.

Then they would know,

then they could let go.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 1, 2017