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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

I Am a Key

I am a key searching
for an opening, a door
that leads out of the rabbit hole.

Framed portals line my prison.
I’ve been pressed into a thousand excuses,
peeled confessions from my metal,
but every door asks forgiveness
and I shrink with every why.

How tall is a heart?
How rusty is a lie?

I am the key to every door,
yet I still search for the answer to freedom.

©Susie Clevenger 2017



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10 comments :

brudberg said...

Wonderful metaphor... but what is a key without a door?

Toni Spencer said...

How rusty is a lie? Wow...excellent question. The metaphor is excellent. And you want a door leading out of the rabbit hole. Very telling. I never did like the story of Alice. I live in a poem and climb trees but, I want a life based in reality. I liked this poem a lot.

Old Egg said...

That fruitless search for a key when the answer is to kick the door down! Often when looking for way (out) we ignore the obvious.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

'How tall is a heart? How rusty is a lie? I am the key to every door, yet I still search for the answer to freedom'.. sigh.. you evoke such deep emotions in this, Susie! Powerfully written.

Jazzbumpa said...

I really love this one.

I can relate to an earlier chapter in my life.

Yes, you are hour own key.

namaste
JzB

Gillena Cox said...

This is a very profound metaphor, and yes indeed there are portals around but not every door is the way out.

much love...

Thotpurge said...

This is wonderful especially love I’ve been pressed into a thousand excuses...

kaykuala said...

I am the key to every door,
yet I still search
for the answer to freedom.

However much one sees and supports Man's concern over basic issues yet one is stifled and feels letdown by the indecision and inactivity of the powers that be!

Hank

Vandana Sharma said...

To be the key is a very strong trait and only a few brave ones can carry such responsibility.

Magaly Guerrero said...

So strange, to be the beginning (and the final cry) of everything, and still be treated as less... How strange (and infuriating), indeed.

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