Locked

There wasn’t a locksmith within miles to
Unlock this treasure of hurt.
A suitcase of worn emotions
Every heartache, tears
And rumpled fear 
Neatly packed up tight,
In a chest locked, bolted...even.

I forsook the combination to unlock my
Hurting soul, so dark, so cold.
In the darkness, 
I tripped and ran
I couldn’t even stand
By and watch the light
Expose the folded fear,
Neatly packed up tight,
In a chest locked, bolted...even.

How dare the dark fight my
Right to unlock my hurts.
My fragile heart
Did hide the key of
The tears,
Fears and dark years
Neatly packed up tight,
In MY chest locked, bolted...even.





 


Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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