there is a scar on my finger
where a ring once rested. my skin
suffocated and withered away til
it gave in to this mold of metal.
the indentation of seven years
is slowly starting to fade as
my body reclaims its independence.
you have found a sad, searing, utterly memorable metaphor, Mel...the simplicity and profundity intermingled make this a significant additon to your library..not only of poetry, but of life.
Great write Melissa although sad I'd say it ends not with wimper but maybe a new start. And why are 7's such an oft reminder of these breakings of the vows?
I like the past tense that is replaced by your reclaiming your independence. It helps me to read about sad events that others are able to work through. Thank you.