ruby and peridot eyes and silver fingers

It is late, I will be tired again tomorrow, and I hear the rain pounding above me. I cleaned up my jewlery chests. Yes more than one. So many shiney sparkles glared up at me with tarnish in their eyes and length, wanting to know why I had let them stay in the darkness so long. I didn't have a good answer. Fear, is the truth. Fear of judgement. Many many years ago I showed just a portion of my collection to a friend and she said "In the future I want to get a lot of jewlery like this, but real of course" And when I looked up at her and told her it was all real, her demeaner got soft, and I suddenly felt embarassed. I am not rich, in fact pay check barely to pay check is how I live but these trinkets, are gifts I have given myself, or are gifts from grandmothers, friends, or ex boyfriends. Each hold within it not only the moments of me but the moments of the past and future. It is time to be bold and let them out of their hiding and let them sparkle in all their splendor and if people think that is gaudy or gauche then so be it. I need to be me and I need to encorporate the old me that collected these into the new me that showcases them and me together.