Wedding rings

Wedding rings (Photo credit: SParadisPhoto)

These rings and bracelets chain me here
upon the mast, this bleakest year
I travel far cross endless seas
A servant praying on my knees

The finery I wear upon
my skin is where the debt’s begun
And I rely on social grace
to hide the misery on my face

A social contract and a vow
have weaved this web around me now
It seems as woman I belong
to choices that will lead me wrong

So be not cruel, I hope you’re kind
As you caress my brittle spine
These trinkets that you hold so dear
are just the chains that bind me here

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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13 Responses to Chain

  1. This is deep Helen, I love that last stanza ‘caress my brittle spine’ for me this expresses the vulnerability of the persona. I liked this one.

  2. Your words mirror my “thoughts” on marriage. Thank you.

  3. Skye says:

    Wow….I loved this. But, it is best not to say all the reasons why. {{Big hugs}} 🙂

  4. Hector says:

    Beautiful and special meaning for me as I finalize my divorce in a week.

  5. I agree with Michael 🙂

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