The stone is clear and true
like your intentions
his were too when he first placed
the symbol on my finger
a promise of gold upon his lips
***
it wasn't but a year
before the shine turned
to shadows
I should have stayed away then
after he cast the gem
into the salty sea to be reclaimed
embittered by my hesitancy
he ventured into the wide world
only to return again
with another band
another veiled promise
***
that one landed heavy
to wedge itself within my heart
was it love or fear that bound us
found me in a glass castle
clothed in white
I was young and naive then
I still believed in fairy tales
***
I see your candid face
your breath hitched
waiting for my response
how can you ask this of me
I want to say
when you know how many promises
I've seen broken
how many promises are
buried six feet under the ground
my voice fails me
my body betrays
as I feel my head bob up and down
of its own accord
***
yes it says
yes
your breath releases as
you slide the ring of blue
on my finger
blue as the color of the
bright, open sky
reflected in your crystal eyes
the hue of dreams
***
I cover my mouth with my hand
afraid that
my past will sabotage
the present
or that the present is
a reflection of the past
in disguise
I let that thought slide away
a smile emerging
releasing the fear
I walk bravely into an unknown future
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Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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Comments (4)
I wonder how their marriage is going. Haha. Thank you for sharing!
It's real good. I'm impressed. Thank you.
This is a lovely, heartfelt poem.
Sometimes you hane to walk alone.