Frayed Bracelet

She wears that bracelet like a second skin.
It's frayed at the knot, color worn from the casual wear and tear of everyday life. She pulls on it absent mindedly from time to time.
She thinks it gives her strength. This old piece of rope, dangling from her wrist like the cross hung on a Christians neck. Belief-maybe. Spirituality-perhaps.
Us human beings are kind of funny like that; giving such power to so many materialistic things.
But it's who we are, its what we do.
And the craziest thing about it... is that it works. We bend and mold with the energy. We feel vibrations, the power inside us grows.
We feel the rain on our face and we peel off the mask-whatever mask we've decided to wear that day while staring at our reflection in the bathroom mirror.
It could be a necklace, a teddy bear or maybe the crystal sitting on your glass coffee table that makes you breathe just a little steadier; makes your mind a little less scattered.
We're quite unique creatures; us humans... On so many spectrums, on so many different levels.
Yet her only thought as she sat there in silence, was that she wished everyone could wear an old frayed bracelet. And that it would give them the release -the energy- that some people chase there whole life.