The Story of my Locket

Just finding something to write here,
a book of memories is opened,
each chapter a new story.
Chapter 1: finding it in my mother’s jewellry box,
Chapter 2: polishing it past the point of shimmering
and so the book goes on.

Each day it is worn,
a page is added to the novel.
The story features joy, despair,
failure, success.

It still shines through age
layered against its smooth, dented face
as the dust is forming on its pages.

The chain clink clanking, ever-adjusting, ever-changing its form
to ensure the locket is centred, proudly presented
so the blurb can be read and invite people in
to see whether or not the book is worth reading.

But all people see is a locket, a piece of jewellry
they are oblivious to the story of my locket
and as the clasps let go, the book is closed.
The story remains unseen.