My keys don’t jingle jangle
They’re a tale of tales
A web of confusion
Sewn to protect what I hold dear
A tool
A mechanism
To keep unwanted company out
There is no hole
Just a riddle on the door
And nothing more
If you can solve it
Then you maybe something I adore
But if you use it or abuse it
You become something I abhor
And you will be locked out
Forever more
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Comments (5)
This piece shows the brilliance and necessity of boundaries. This is something that doesn't garner much discussion. It's not flashy or trendy but boy, is it vital! There are sacred parts of us. Vulnerable parts of us. They are not to be trod roughly over or dealt with as a matter of routine. This poem encapsulates this for me in reading it. It has been a while since I've had the privilege of reading your work. I am so glad that I didn't miss this one! Grateful for your sharing!
This holds such brilliance of boundaries. They are necessary parts of us that don't garner much detailed discussion, and this this the perfect forum to encapsulate them. It's been a while since I've read your work and this is one poem I'm so glad I didn't miss. Grateful for your sharing!
I love that opening line hahah, but the rest of your piece truly holds subtext. Great work atomic! 😊👍
Oooo, this was so powerful! Loved your poem!
Fantastic lines, "Then you maybe something I adore But if you use it or abuse it You become something I abhor" Love it!!!💕❤️❤️