Closed Heart

There's a door over there no one uses any more.

Some have forgotten it even exists.

The locks were changed.

 Dust moved in.

Not even a strong wind could get you in.

The keeper cries occasionally.

For once she shared the beauty that was within.

Till she learned it must be hidden.

Now, she waits!

No tears to shed, no laughter to hear.

Everything good is gathered ~ in there.

No one knows what she waits for.

Maybe, not even she.

Maybe a day when she might find, courage to open the door, and leave the key behind?

Maybe someone good will see.

All that she was meant to be.

But, till then she guards the door.

Never asking for anything more.

Who is strong enough to see,

The girl who hides behind a golden key?


Elizabeth Mueller said...

Wow, what a great poem. This sounds so much like me. It's hard to be yourself completely at times, especially when others trample on you without care. But I still step from the golden key and take my chances because I can't live in fear and lose out on those who don't hide behind their keys.


Rebekah said...

Good read.