Halter

Luminescent glitter dances through my vision
Golden metal clinks gently against my skin
A long-coiled rope snakes down to the floor

I’ve been told I'm emotional
I never thought it was a bad thing
It seemed an advantage, for I loved so many things

It sits on a hook, days old from being picked up and used
Light grey hair hides beneath the weathered thread,
Almost mocking me, laughing quietly at me
The gold has lost its gleam, now dully sitting, a reminder of what was

I sit and stare, the glitter twinkles back at me,
The underside is well used, well loved
But from now on it will not move from its hook
Nine years of use, no longer in action

It lies hanging from its hook, no longer needed for its purpose
But to throw it away, I couldn’t imagine
If anyone else dared to touch it, I think I would cry
Sobs, ugly and loud, people would say I’m overreacting
But I don’t care
Do not touch what was his.