Circle

Money doesn’t talk –
it babbles
and it never says what I’d like it to.

Then –
I encased myself in false humility
until it rooted
and became real.
I gave it voice and it grew louder
so I let go.

Now —
I have shed humility
for cynicism
and so they (hope) have shed me.
None of its words were remembered —
drowned out by my own –
and my knuckles whiten
lest my grip fail.

I look ahead
and the path before me is the very same
as the path behind me.

I dare not take a step.