Key

Getting late on a wet and cold winter’s night, it was a quarter to eleven.
We had been enjoying the festive holiday since ten past seven.
Deliciously baked cookies were beckoning from the oven.
Everyone hoped they would taste like manner from heaven.

All eyes opened wide as someone in the house said, “I would love to rise like fresh homemade bread filled with leaven”. White snow flakes were falling and quickly melting half past eleven. Then someone said, “This old house is quiet”.

As we embraced the stillness, we encircled the wood heater to keep warm. A glance toward the windows showed that he snow was slowly turning to rain.
Moments later, so unexpectedly, another was smiling and started to explain.
All who heard her speak knew that they nor she would never be the same.

“In a little while”, she said, “a secret key will appear to unlock my unseen chains, freeing me from anger, fear, hate, hunger, and unbelievable pains”.
This long awaited key will take away my misery, and unveil the life-long secret to the mystery of me. Furthermore, she continued to say, “I was never meant to build my nest and hide in a tall tree. I’ll never stop; I’ll never look back; I have been ordered to flee”.

With gracious eyes, she looked at me, as she tightly held the key.
She said, “My wish is granted, and now inside I’m flying like a bee.
Dreams can come true if we keep looking on high.
By tomorrow, I’ll be soaring like an eagle in the sky.
It will not be long before I reach my blessed destiny. With this key I did rise, set free from my cruel enemy.
I have survived! I have arrived! No longer am I in agony!” cj05032015
"K" Contest, Constance La France. 3P

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