The Lock
Sometimes the lock, is locked without a key
There seems to be no open doors to see
So many things tried, so many things failed
The mind longs to return, to where it sailed
In easier times, life led by the sail
With soft wind of comfort, even when frail
Where is love, when it is needed most?
When hope is dismissed by some sort of ghost?
Once again, the pen comes to the rescue
When the options left, are only a few
Heidi Sands
5/14/19
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2019
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