by Kacey Richards
I was told I would wear
a ring on my finger when I grow up.
The ring would show commitment
to love. But when I look at rings,
all I see are thorns.
The first thorn would cut
travel out of my life.
I would be expected to settle down
in a cookie-cutter house and live
like the rest of them,
in a prescribed career for a prescribed
amount of years.
The second thorn would cut
my personality like trimming
a bush, so that I am smoothed out on the edges
because love requires sacrifice.
The third thorn would cut
into my patience,
and the fourth would cut
him out of my life. Divorce
is prescribed too, now, isn’t it?
A commitment to love and comfort is easy,
but I see no comfort
in the thought of becoming comfortable
in Everyone’s shoes.
Kacey is a college student who loves to travel. She posts her poetry at meaningless--poetry.tumblr.com.
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Ring or Crown'
'The Barbs of Hurt'