LocketA Poem by Lone WolfUsing a gold locket as a metaphor of my heart.There was a golden key to my heart. My heart was a locket, a stronghold. The key was the item which would keep apart, The ones who loved me and the ones who didn't.
The key was pressed into my hand. Never to be used to lock up my heart. So my locket was pushed over gentle lands. Until the hills fell away to cliffs.
A crack formed from the top to the lock. Split by the tumble and the unexpected cliff. I realized it was cracked and saw the cliffs mock. Holding back tears, I mended the crack.
As best as I could, I pieced the pieces into one. And then by morning, I had locked my heart. But I could see and feel the damage that was done. For I was never the same as before.
My key had been sitting unused for so long. I hoped it would stay this way. But now those good old days are gone. So my heart hardens and I turn my back.
I walk back to the gentle lands. But even those seem so different now. It seemed so hopeless, like a dead end. What green there had been was now brown.
I kept the key in my shirt. But my heart was now locked up for good. Because what those cliffs had not hurt... Was locked up tight, never to be touched.
I had never used the key until that day. And now the locket is locked. Now my brightness has turned to gray. My heart, the locket, was much smaller than before.
There was a golden key to my heart. It was a locket, a stronghold. The key was the item which would keep apart, The ones who loved me and the ones who didn't.
There are some who used to love. Some who did, then hated. It was like ugliness hidden in a silk glove. But that glove was pulled off in the end.
I see bleakness ahead, and also hope. My locket is now closed, but it can be reopened. And why not move on, why just mope? Because those hills will always love me. © 2013 Lone WolfFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on October 19, 2013 Last Updated on October 22, 2013 AuthorLone WolfA Place Where I'll Love Writing. AKA Everywhere. :DAboutSome people don't cry because they are weak... They cry because they have been strong for too long... There's always that time when you face a two-faced friend or an impossible situation you feel li.. more..Writing
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