My Bracelet

It’s smooth but cold with shells and ribbons.
Looking neat and delicate in its silk black box.
The shell, small, dainty, smooth to the touch.
Now it comes down to the perfect lilac ribbon.
The silver structure makes an almost perfect circle with the objects clinging on as if it were a matter of life or death.
Prettier than a sunset as delicate as a winter flower, meaning a lot to me.
As if plucked from a star then wrapped up in the deep blue ocean. I got it when I was born and I have cared for it all my life.
It has a silver coin engraved with love and care alone. It has a pearl flower the colour of a peach.
As it clasps around my bony wrist I am transported to another world of peace and calmness.
Every moment it is with me I feel as delicate and as fragile as it is itself.
Its smooth outlining screaming out words of love only few can hear.
I have treasured it as it was before.
Surely the goddess of love or peace must of made it.
It was a gift from the heavens.
I love it with all my heart.
It is mine…