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
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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.
Thanks Michal!! 🙂 🙂
Your words mirror my “thoughts” on marriage. Thank you.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Wow….I loved this. But, it is best not to say all the reasons why. {{Big hugs}} 🙂
LOL, thanks!! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Pleasure is mine.
Beautiful and special meaning for me as I finalize my divorce in a week.
Thanks so much! 🙂 🙂
I agree with Michael 🙂
Thanks!! 🙂 🙂