The tale of lost hope.

The charm you gave me, the talisman of hope, was worn with pride for years upon years.

On a braided string, around my neck, you gave me a star to wish upon. ‘Twas a little charm, a pewter castle, giving me a wall when my own was gone.

You brought me luck, I do believe, until that fateful decision.  I believed that if you meant that much to me, you would mean that much more to a friend.

I didn’t know that you would be stowed away, never to be worn.  A useless hunk of metal, you were lost in the mix.  I’ve not seen you in so long, and I’ve seen little in the way of hope.

Little talisman, I keep you alive, burnt in my soul, a memory of happiness that has long since past. 

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  • tenraj on Oct 7, 2011

    Great article.. keep it up!

  • qncai on Jan 8, 2012

    Nice article

  • Thomas Hodge on Feb 21, 2012

    Ive considered turning Amish, but the buttons make me itch.

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