The Key to Me

The Key to Me 

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There is no prince to save me

For it is I who holds the key.

I'm like a princess in a tower 

Who waits every passing hour.

Wishing the chains would disappear

But maybe there's a reason I'm here. 

I'm trapped inside my own shell,

My mind has created a jail cell. 

I try to escape but there is no use. 

My heart has endured too much abuse. 

Every morning I see the rising sun. 

Hope returns and doubt is gone. 

I understand my destiny,

Finally seeing clarity. 

I push the darkness out of my mind,

I never knew thoughts could be kind. 

I believe in myself, I truly do. 

I turn my eyes toward the view. 

The life I want feels so close

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But then my movements slow. 

My body tenses and I freeze. 

Blackness spreads like a disease. 

The sun goes down and so do I. 

My hope and spirit soon die. 

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I don't think I'll ever be free. 

For it is I who holds the key. 

Reviews

[aj milton]

This delightful piece brought a tear to my eye. I really hope the princess finds a way down from her tower.

Keep writing. Writing can be cathartic based on my own experience. Several things in my life shattered and writing has saved me, although I don't feel quite so locked away as the lady in the tower. Neither is my own writing quite so artistic, but just doing it makes a big difference.

[ReileeAnn]

I'm so glad my work had such an emotional connection with you! I write for myself, but I always hope my words have some effect on others as well, make them feel something. I can't thank you enough for all the compliments, it means so much. When I saw that you reviewed this piece, I was a bit nervous. This piece made me feel very vulnerable, but it was also a relief to finally get these thoughts out of my head and onto paper. Making my struggles into poetry is one way I cope, and I appreciate the encourage.
With Love,
Reilee