She chose the small initial 'S' earring,
It would replace her tiny Celtic cross,
Just to try something else without fearing,
The ridiculous pain of searing loss.
Oh how much longer could she bear this change,
Piercing both holes in her lobe and her soul?
With conflicting thoughts and feelings so strange,
She became broken in pieces, not whole.
But the silver symbols began to fight;
To stake claim, remain firm in her right ear.
It was not really a question of might,
The one who holds the truth and wins is clear.
There is no matter in which earrings I wear,
Rather, the faith, hope and love I can share.
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