Lover of Peace, Lover of Gold
A poem about the role of our possessions.
Today, if you ask me
to give you my gold,
I’d tell you to go away
and fetch me a bucket
of your love in return.
My river of experience
echoes deep in your
chamber of possession.
I knock incessantly on
its doors to release me
of my masochistic will.
I want you to bath me
with your glowing love,
shower me with
glittering kindness,
and fill my nostrils with
the air of delight.
This time, gold weighs
both of us down.
Inside the tunnel of mistrust,
we can’t receive
what time has to offer us.
This time, we speak untruths,
put on feathered masks,
and pretend we’ve healed
in our collective spirit.
In the end, without trust,
what do we have
in our bare hands
as we drag our bare feet
into a new day?
In the end, without trust,
do we hoard our gold,
our love of ourselves,
and our need to belong?
About the Author
Jun Wu is a Content Writer for Technology, AI, Data Science, Psychology, and Parenting. She has a background in programming and statistics. On her spare time, she writes poetry and blogs on her website.
