Reflection Introspection

I tilted my head slightly backward and sideways to inspect my favorite earrings. Pretty. They were gold colored, petite and dangling. I wondered to myself, why had I allowed this exception in amongst my silver colored jewelry preferences. I thought for a moment and realized it was because they looked antique, like they have history... a story behind them. I couldn't remember if the earrings were second hand or a gift from my grandmother or both which is more usually the case. I mused over them in the mirror while I smoothed cream over my hands. The hand cream under my rings made them slippery and I absent mindedly took one off my finger. I let warm water tumble over it. Silver scrolling and a deep blue cats eye. Yeah, that's my style but I wore it to look tough. You should leave me alone, it was saying. I am no longer that person. I've moved beyond needing that sort of protection. I looked at my hands clear of metal and there lightness reflected my own internal lightness. I removed the metal ring wrapped around my finger symbolic of my own unchained heart.