A Worn Ring - Gianna Montague
Worn on my right hand
Waves carved into its surface
Edges jagged from years of use
It fits my finger as if it's always been there
Leaving a rough callous beneath
A subtle yet lasting mark
Like a stone in a river
A silent witness to life
Ever present yet never changing
I do not know its past
Nor what lies ahead
But it endures
A constant through all things
A piece of time
Held in the curve of my hand
Gianna Montague is a sophomore majoring in Human Development. She has a strong interest in understanding how people grow, connect, and thrive. In her free time, she enjoys writing and reading as a way to express herself and explore new perspectives.