the small dismissal of my hope,
the putting off, till some unknown horizon,
of what I claimed as truth for here and now
Instead, I challenge
the hidden supposition,
the buried barb,
the lie that, if believed,
would lead to every minor sorrow,
and the major ones as well,
collectively would sap
the joy of life, the will to live
Instead, I recognize the harmony
that rings so clearly,
instead, I lift the latch
and set the story free -
down in the smallest place,
I find the catch and let it go,
and feel the amber peace come rolling in.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 25, 2021
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