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.
Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform
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I can relate to an earlier chapter in my life.
Yes, you are hour own key.
namaste
JzB
much love...
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