Where there was still an ounce of pain
you blinked, never knowing beyond that
lied nirvana.
Where there was still a cacophony of dimes,
you bilked, never knowing the hidden treasure
thereafter.
When life gave your shytes to deal with
and you said you can't handle it,
you missed the trove.
Because what you let go comes back,
and what you hold back was never yours.
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