Why is this ring of mine now too heavy?
When did it become the last link to fall into place in this
chain now resting over my heart?
What took it & hammered it into that final link that
forms the iron tether binding the weight of my sins, both documented & fictional,
around my throat?
Who dared to corrupt the blood warmed bond of my promise
into a cruel metal lash, uncaring & cold, meant only to bite at my most
tender & sacred, to divide that which was once whole & shared, realized
& unfailing, into your decreed petition for my punishment?
Where might I find a reason or a cause, an explanation or a
clue to parse out the moment someone leveraged something with the intent to
rend my most prized and exalted source of hope, comfort & joy in this life,
given and taken, built and discovered, sent & received by the grace of God &
my own chaotic self to invest all I was am or might be to become something
greater than myself, yet unto ruin?
This is the question(s) of this metal ring, now sitting upon
the nightstand gathering not warmth but dust.
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