![]() The Key HolderA Poem by SirenHe holds the key close to his chest, afraid to let it out of sight. Paranoid, he will not rest" Even in the dead of night. What
if someone stole his key And
unlocked his secret cage? What
kind of man would then he be In
this present day and age? The children would all laugh and point, Teenagers all mock and scorn. Mothers would get all out of joint And fathers curse his being born. Far
better to hide it away And
guard his greatest treasure, Than
to hear what people say Of
his lack of care and measure. Twas a crime to be so reckless, A sin to let yourself feel. If you weren’t numb you were helpless Against all things that could kill. Far
better our own wounds lick And
in our fallen state wallow Than
to hear our own hearts tick In
rib-cages oh-so-hollow. Better to block, deafen the ear; Overload the sensitive mind. There is nothing more we fear Than not being deaf and blind. I
hold the key close to my chest, Never
to let it out of sight. I
keep my heart far from my breast, Keeping
it caged with all my might. Yet Beauty came and stole the key While I searched for a path to Light. She pricked and then she wounded me And"scared"I curled myself tight. Wounding
and striving to straighten, Beauty
worked and labored away. In her
arms I rest, awaken, And
search for glory in each day. She holds the key to my faint heart, To guide, to turn, and to direct. And happy to be torn apart, I welcome this chance to connect.
© 2013 SirenAuthor's Note
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Added on April 30, 2013Last Updated on April 30, 2013 Author![]() SirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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