Naïve, raw, my grief an uncut diamond

Waiting to be set in a pendant and hung

Around my neck. I had assigned two fathers

To the flames, I thought that I was strong.

Still learning ten years later, still trying

To let go. I was innocent in many ways

Unaware of the trajectories of this old heart

For as long as it beats, the fears the anger

Remains. As does hope, the plain gold bangle

Encircling my wrist. Manacled to my fate.