The Crystal Necklace

Fingers playing nervously with the twine
Brushing off miniature specks of dust
Instantly relaxing.

Savouring the clean, earthy smell
The slick, smooth texture
Instantly calm.

Suddenly frightened, reach to grab it
It’s not there
Fingers grope desperately before clasping around it
Relief. Instant relief.

I can always confide in it
Whether in strife or doubt
It will always be there for me.