Charmed Bracelet

If you’re scared of heights
jump off a cliff,
he said, before his bright
shadow whispered a whiff goodbye.
The bracelet’s colours may be fading
But the three charms are still there –
Pink, peach and purple.
My tiny baby hands once decorated,
A touch of friendly beads,
and tastes of polaroids flashin’ memories.

Maybe your silent scream
Will open a secret, he said,
giving me the poignant present.
A kaleidoscope of memories,
a world within myself, but
a sight of nothingness to strangers.

If I’m scared of heights,
I’ll jump off a cliff,
with a clasp
of charms in my hand.