As I slip the ring delicately onto my middle finger,

                For the ring was a smidge too large for my ring finger,

I can feel the everlasting emotions

                bubbling beneath my skin,

                                in my essence, my entire being.

They never leave,

                not truly.

Even if I do not feel them for a rare moment in time,

               I know, deep down in my core,

                                that they are there,

                    simply hiding in the darkness, in the shadows of my soul

Perhaps this piece of $3 jewelry from a cute little shop on Detroit

will help soothe my sanity, that I am

         clutching with an ever so tight grip, clinging to with an undying hope.

Perhaps this little ring will help me know what emotion is clawing at my subconscious,

               pounding at the doors to my heart;

                and I will finally find peace in the knowledge of my ever-changing mood

              all thanks to the transformation of colors on that magic ring, that mood ring.

A ring that holds a great power to start a revolution in the battle against madness, my madness

                        forever.