Despite The Key Is With Me I Can't Open My Heart

Despite the key is with me

I can't open my heart

In the depths of my soul, a lock remains,

Though the key is held within my grasp,

Its gleaming surface glimmers with promise,

Yet my heart's fortress seems to tightly clasp.

I search within, seeking solace and peace,

But the barriers persist, unwavering and strong,

A mystery unfolds, a riddle untold,

Why does my heart resist, where it belongs?

The key, a symbol of hope and release,

Dangles before me, a tantalizing allure,

But the lock resists, unyielding and defiant,

As if my heart fears what lies in store.

What secrets lie hidden behind its gates?

What scars and wounds does it seek to conceal?

Emotions locked away, deep in its core,

Longing to be set free, to finally heal.

But perhaps, dear heart, you need time and care,

To trust again, to mend and to grow,

For love's journey is not without its share,

Of lessons learned and scars that may show.

So I'll hold the key, tenderly in my hand,

Knowing that one day, the lock will give way,

And my heart will open, blossoming anew,

In the warmth of love's gentle sway.

Until then, I'll embrace patience and grace,

Nurturing the bond between heart and soul,

For even in the midst of this locked embrace,

Hope whispers softly, making me whole