Once upon a time, a wanderer lost
Found treasure and yet she knew not the cost
She held it close to her, not in full view
Of what the treasure comes with, not a clue
All wanted some of the shimmering gold
And she fought for it in the shivering cold
Though, they did not wound her veined, fragile skin
Because a knife to heart could give that win
She pondered the worth of all this pain
For this curse that she did not want to gain
So she bagged nothing and left it all there
And let the wind lead her to somewhere
And thus, a wishing well, she came upon
But alas, an offering, she had none
For the gold she had was left, scavenged
a wish not done between her and the well
She came upon a glint on the ground
A silver circlet sat on a dirt mound
So she picked it up and surveyed it
A coin, though precious, in a gold mound, does not fit
Yet the coin encrusted with bronzing rust
Gleamed with a newfound hope for trust
A treasure not like the one she found
This aging yet timeless coin from the ground
Was once a part of a mound, she assumed
Silver coins, protected and kept in a room
The unfortunate owner must've dropped it here
And never turned back for it nor shed a tear
Lost little coin knew the universe
Stuck in a mound, then left to rust like a curse
Lost little girl wandering endlessly
Not knowing what she might find or who she'll be
She gripped it tight and new hope was thee
In the coin that she found, yes, that was like she
So, maybe freedom was granted to them
When she let go and made her wish in the well
This is a little overdue, but I’m thankful everyday for the coin who granted my wish and the little girl who set me free, all found in one person. It’s not conventional but I really miss you, Cassandra, a piece of myself I gave up. Beatrice awaits you, always. ‘Till calypso hinders halcyon spiders. 15 counts since the beginning of life but 7,000 kilometers away from home. I know you can manage to hold on or let go when you can.