Hiding beneath the tunic
shielded in a mystical thread
holding many thoughts
braiding many beliefs
was the totem of certitude

Protecting the soul
like a scab on a wound

Renewing conviction
like a smiling scour

Some consider it to be a wooden lifeless piece
but for the one who cultivated credence
it was the epitome of trust
a symbol beyond semblance
a hope beyond faith

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