Ring

Silver, Hard and soft,

Red, Strong and passionate,

Black, Bisecting and slashing across my sight.


I carry you everywhere,

attached you are to me,

on my finger,

around around around we go.


You wash the dishes with me,

You type on the keyboard,

you sleep with me,

you dream with me,

you are a memory,

a flash of a time and place.


You are a guilty part of my psyche,

a reminder of a sin,

of being a "bad little girl",

a time of sirens and blue uniforms,

a star that is a sheild.


You are a reminder of sun,

margaritas, and beaches,

of laughter, spas, and Lobster,

you remind me of a vacation I can never forget.


Shaped like an eye,

you stare at me constantly,

catching my attention in the sun's rays,

flashing in the light,

a single ring that on my finger means so much,

and means so little.

Child Eyes

When I was young I believed in fairy tales and magic,

I believed in happily ever afters,

wishes coming true and make believe.


When I was young I believed in infinite possibilities,

in making my goals come true with hard work,

the limitless future that I had in front of me.


When I was young I believed that my family would always stay together,

that blood meant something,

that family was forever.


When I was young I saw the world through rosy colored glasses,

blurred lines of what will be and what can be,

images of a better future filled with magic and wonder.


When I was young I saw no color,

no differences,

no reason to be scared.


When I was young I saw more than I see now,

and infinitely less.


My eyes are the same,

yet what they see has changed as I have grown,

stereotypes, stigmas, and everything in between color my eyes black,

fogged over by the what ifs and how comes.


When I was a child I believed in more,

now I am an adult and I know there is less.