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Searching For A Key
There is a lock on these lonely doors,
And I don't know who holds the key.
I even ask the question,
Who is it?
But no one will answer me.
My key must be lost'
So I Search '
I walk down the snow dusted streets
And let the icy breath of Nature
Chill these still, lonely doors.
But I still search'
As winter slowly fades away into spring
I noticed there is still no chance in those
Rejected and lonesome doors
But they stand unmoved
Not shaken, not stirred
There they stood
Solid and Strong
I travel to places far and unknown
Letting all who dare
Rattle the doors with their
Rust filled lock
But they fail
And I still press on
Never failing to let one try
To open the doors with their
Keys.
Time passes on slow and still
And with the passage of time
I watch ivy grow
On my doors
I feel they are hidden from view
No one has challenged my lock
In years
I feel barren and alone
But then'.
A change happens my way
I watch and wait as
One lone brave man
Removes his key from
A gold chain around his neck
Fitting it into my lock.
IT FITS!!!
I stand in awe
As he turns the ancient
Rusted handles
IT OPENS!!!
There lay open and defenseless
Like a new borne babe
My Heart
He takes it in his hands
And approaches me
Revealing to me
His tattered doors
As tears streak down my face
I remove a key from my own chain
Slip it in his lock
I choke up as it fits
And turns easily
Whole and complete
Into place
Then there is his heart
Just the same as mine
My Search is over'
My Key is found
I can finally conclude
With tears of joy that...
I AM WHOLE AGAIN!!!
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This piece is written for everyone who is still searching for the one who will complete them. Trying to find the "Key" that fits their "Doors".