A POEM A DAY 28

A PENNY

You hand him a dollar. He gives you a nickel back. You scrape to turn that nickel into another dollar. Then you give him that dollar. He gives you a nickel back, because that’s all he has to offer. If this exchange continues with the same person‒over and over again–you will never have gain. You will always only have a nickel.

Stop cheating yourself. Stop the cycle of self-devaluation. Every time you accept that nickel, you lose a bit of yourself. That nickel is worthless.

Let me tell you, I would rather exist here alone with a penny in my hand, than to compromise myself for a valueless nickel. That penny is priceless, because I can make it grow.
 
Simona A. Brinson

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    Candace

    Building a house on shifting sand!

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