The Key

Found a key
stashed away
forgotten

origin unknown
purpose equally
mysterious

an inkling
seeping regret –
too late

realization
dawns –
I’m the keeper

and the treasure –
hold the power,
except

No one told me.

Gave it all away

Found a key
stashed away
lock long broken.

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(This poem was inspired by the image Hélène supplied for her What Do You See? challenge.  The poem was having difficulty forming itself, but when I saw Reena’s image for her Exploration Challenge, the pieces fell together.  Thank you both for prodding my muse.)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

20 thoughts on “The Key”

  1. The regret of not knowing at the time, the feeling of loss, beautifully written and it fits both prompts perfectly.

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    1. it’s something I wish my mother had told me when I was young – that I hold the key – and it’s my choice who I let in and who I share with. But she didn’t know either, sadly.

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      1. It is difficult when we have to find out on our own through experience. Perhaps it is the best way though.

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