Ring

Ring

This diamond’s lost its luster
As six prongs force it to be
Atop the dirt and misery
Of years lost in Life’s fluster.

My reflection stretched thin:
A disappointed face
With lines to take the place
Of where my dreams had been.

Like a woman trapped behind
Yellow wallpaper°, I see
This xanthic° ring confine me.
Like Her I lose my mind.

Indention in my skin.
Worn so long I can’t be freed;
Knuckle bloodied with the need
To sleep with other men.


"The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. A short story about a woman with Postpartum Depression. A must read.
Xanthic- “having a yellowish color”