The Beach Lace

Such a simple object, in such a complicated world.
Inconspicuously latched around my neck, as it awaits to be impearled.

Primary school years were made, as well as ended.
Never will they fade, with this charm, my childhood is endless.

Only a strand of string, with the company of a small seahorse.
The two always transferring, its smiles filled with secrets pondering to be torn.

The aspirational carvings flooding its surface, carefully hand-crafted to make an appearance.
Each detailed streak with its own purpose, representing loss, separation, and assurance.

The friends, the family, the voices, all lost on our great planet.
But thankyou to this miniature coincidence, the memories, the scars, are all remembered with this relentless object.

The smooth surface caressing my skin as I stride though the day, continuously giving me the feeling to change the world.
To change the world and say, “I always knew my voice would be heard.”

This necklace will always bring the sweet taste,
The taste of the salty shoreline it visits.
With a side of bitter childhood hate.

This objects significance shall never perish, every negative thought absorbed by its presence.
Every detail gone astray shall forever be cherished, every moment spent gazing at this object, thinking of the souls off the lost, won’t be forgotten…