Let Them In?

I carry a key.

A golden one; In which I call my heart.

I keep it safe, carry it,

Shielding it from war.

At times I've thought I've lost it.

And so I built my wall,

But then my heart can not hear sweet summer's call.

I sit there now in my locked heart of ice.

Afraid to love

Afraid to die.

It's a war,

A battle,

A darkness deep inside.

People are knocking at my icy walls.

Should I let them in?

Should I let them in?

I'm in my castle now, It sits upon a hill.

People have ceased knocking

their voices in the wind.

My heart is mine: No one may touch.

And yet I wonder,

Whisper.

Should I let them in?

Should I let them in?

I carried a key- In till I died that night.

I tried to protect it

Instead I killed the fight.

I told it, I'd save it; instead I made it cold.

I should've let them in.

I should've let them in.

Reviews

[songstress]

This is amazing. It's weird to say, but I find it bittersweet. I think all can relate to this. The key, and pardon me for the misinterpretation, is like the innocent, kind self that you are striving to keep gold. The more you build those walls the more that light seems to dim, and thoughts flood telling you is is safe to open up, but if I wait longer maybe I can find something kind. Again, I apologize for the misinterpretation. this piece, nonetheless, is vibrant and compassionate. regardless, of the slightly stark undertones. truly a good work of art.

[KlineXcreed]

Thank you so much, no I think you can intemperate this poem in a lot of different ways. I'm glad you like this. Thank you so much!

[speckledbyrd]

For some reason this really hit home for me. One of my absolute favorites.

[KlineXcreed]

Thank you so much.