Earn your keep

I have spent too many days scraping to acquire.

Out of a sense of loss and privation I have scrounged and coveted.

I have requested quarter, but given none.

I have reaped the harvests of others only to transport them to strangers.

My actions of hoarding and heaping have been perpetuated when I have looked to my stores and found them empty.

My life has been a market; I have lacked value and sold myself short, day after day.

My hands are my most valuable tools, but unfortunately they have been as sieves and whatever monetary gain I have attempted to grasp has blistered my hands and covered my feet like grime.

I am worn from want. I can no longer live negatively.

I have never experienced monetary excess, but my years of clawing for it have racked me with experience, character, talent, love, and blessings; I don’t have room for these intangible items anymore. My bank is full of this form of wealth and it is time to pay out.


I will divulge.
I will bless.
I will pardon.
I will accept.
I will value.
I will rest.

And maybe, in this manner, earn my keep.