Diamond Star
By Mercedes F
A small star,
glittering on my neck.
Celestial.
Diamond.
Careful, special.
Silent, tighten.
The golden chain around my neck.
A crying wreck
a hurricane
write away the pain
tear stained
pain drained
into the diamond star on my neck.
My great-grandmother’s heirloom,
a dent on one corner
when someone didn’t listen.
To “be careful”.
The mark of a child’s rebellion
put it away in its box now, carefully.
Then take it home and revel in its memories.