It went around her neck, a symbol smooth of warmth
concise clarity, just enough weight to feel the ground
hold onto when her confidence didn’t show up for work.
It replaced her doubts packaged with strings of anxiety
long ago shipped on away. Her essential purpose
written to last, needed all of the available room.
The chain lay lightly on her chest, polished by her daily reaching.
She was never without it, the promise made for small faces
their eyes questions from a future she would never see.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2018