Diamond Ring (an acrostic poem)

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend …or are they?

I stared at my wedding rings emotions spilling over

And felt a fraud.

Marriage died a long time ago

Our vows cast aside in favour of adultery

Never did I break mine

Decisions. Dilemmas. Dichotomy.

Rings were tearfully removed, releasing the past.

I felt naked and lost.

New ring selected with self-love in mind

Giving myself permission to “marry” my future.

(image sourced via Google – credits to the owner)

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