The Bracelet

Each shield mimics a metallic flower,

Next to each sharp cut another silver piece is allied.

The colour now tarnished silver,

A chocolate tint invading its lustrous metal.

Black stars grace the centre of the slight pieces,

As if they were seized from the sky itself.

Its slender body thin enough to slither down a moneybox,

The fluid silver settles in my palm.

My fingers wrap around the esteemed chain,

The jagged edges prod at my skin.

Memories of happiness and excitement flood my thoughts.

Of togetherness and security,

Of exchanging gifts and festive trees,

Of my family clasping the silver to my wrist,

Of how that was the last celebration of our togetherness,

And was replaced with the urgency for maturity,

And the pursuit for acceptance.