A delicate shimmering charm
Wearing the weight of my confidence
Draped around my neck
Like a medallion of the finest gold or silver
Wielding a misapprehension for a right of pride

A dazzling diamond
Or rubies, or pearls
Conceit laced in every chain link
Laying over my heart

Yet in the vulnerability of the night,
When the glimmering moon
And sparkling stars
Are the only lights illuminating my form
I unclasp the alluring rivière
Leaving me with just my own skin

I lie it delicately
In the shadows of my darkened room,
The cold hard surface of my vanity

When I glance in the reflective glass
Lined with an intricate gold frame
Then do I understand
The meaning of my necklace,
My little delicate chain

While I may consume my mind in pride
For the materialistic riches I drown in
I will always return
To my simple skin and bones
My thumping heart
My fortitudinous soul

Forever am I in admiration
With the lesson of a simple chain, clasp and stone
My riches may be beautiful
They may shine like the sun
Or glimmer like a fire in the cold night
But they define nothing within me
For in the end I am my soul
Not a ephemeral symbol
Or a fragile chain, clasp and stone