Given the currency of love,
my wealth is people
as my wealth is in people
the courage they take to love this shell
how they have walked along shorelines
picked me from a gallery of things that need
another chance
another lifetime to be something
other than what the earth intended
a treasure for their mantlepiece
worthy to be shown
seen beyond all I was made to be
They insist it is the other way around
that I am their chosen harbor
they walked along the shoreline,
looking for the end of the storm
and something about the way I did not shine
mirrored all their grief
sang to the spirit that was asleep in them
and I am no mantle-piece, but a compass
to show that you never know
what you can begin when you’re looking to end things.
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