The realm extols conjugation’s creed,
But I discern a veiled stampede
Of shackled vows in velvet guise,
Where sovereign souls are canonized.
👁️ The Covenant of Clasped Rings
A gilded snare with spectral strings.
To cede your flame, your soul-scroll’s lore,
To one who claims your inner core.
I’ve charted stars, inscribed my name,
Not to be stitched in someone’s frame.
Not to be paused, not to be tamed,
Not to be blamed when joy is maimed.
🎭 The Duet of Domestic Grace
A masquerade in tethered lace.
No one blooms in bridal cage,
They wither slow in silent rage.
And if it’s just for flesh and skin,
Is that the gate where truths begin?
If passion’s price is self-erasure,
Then let me guard my soul’s own treasure.
💔 Parental love a sanctified flame,
Unbranded, boundless, free of name.
But this duet of spouse and spouse?
A staged affection, haunted house.
So let me clutch my soul-scroll tight,
Let me script my own birthright.
No vows, no veil, no muted scream
Just me, my truth, my sovereign dream.
🌑 The Ceremony Unchosen I defy,
To trade my stars for borrowed sky.
Let others dance in tethered grace,
I’ll walk alone, but not erase.
This poem challenges the romantic and cultural idealization of marriage, exposing the silent erasures that often accompany conjugal rites. It honors parental love as unconditional and critiques the performative nature of domestic partnerships that demand self-sacrifice. A declaration of self-authorship, this piece refuses to trade celestial becoming for borrowed vows.
