Let Me Tend To Your Afflictions

For forever and a day,

I've slumbered dormant,

until this particular moment.

My being has rested inside a trinket,

so like the one you don on your collar,

on a chain that loosely dangles.

Why am I here?

Your whisper called, did it not?

I heard your somber words.

Come hither dear child,

Divulge it all to my ear.

I will tend to your afflictions.