The tiara fell from the head of a little princess who was rocked by hands that bruised and never told her she was beautiful.
Thirty years later I found it.
Mashing around in the crud of my past my fingers brushed against the edges of words that I wanted to caress me, but never heard in childhood and had little idea how to wrap around me now.
Yet there underneath my faded sense of worth lay the tiara, lost among all the diamond tears I have cried. Stained with rusted and dented, but still it was mine.
Today I put it on...
What about you? What have you lost? What have you found?