No one can give you
what you most need,
No one can take it away

All of the agonies
trying to gain it,
bargaining for it,
hope and despair,
All of the stories
lamenting the missing it,
All of the sorries,
good bye, don’t care . . .

All these will fall away
empty and weightless,
replaced with the clarity
true all along:

What you most need
has always been with you,
steady through all of those doors —
Tell me the riddle
and how you have answered it,
Now that you own what is yours.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 18, 2014