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”

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  7. 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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