Keys of the Forgotten

In the quiet corners where shadows lie,
Where echoes linger and memories sigh,
There rests a key, both golden and worn,
A keeper of truths we thought forlorn.
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Each turn unlocks a story untold,
A fragment of love, a treasure of old.
It whispers of laughter, of tears once shed,
Of voices long silent, and paths once tread.
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The past is a puzzle, with pieces we seek,
A melody soft, a voice that speaks.
Not to haunt, but to gently remind,
That what’s forgotten is never confined.
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The keys we find are more than steel,
They open wounds, they help us heal.
They guide us back to where we began,
To places and faces that shaped who we am.
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So when you stumble upon a door,
And wonder what it was made for,
Have courage to turn, to step inside,
For the truths we hide are truths that guide.
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In every key, a spark remains,
A bridge to joy, a balm for pain.
Hold it tight, let its story be known,
For the lost are found when the key is shown.

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The poem Keys of the Forgotten captures the emotional journey of rediscovering memories and truths long hidden. Through the symbol of keys, it conveys that the past is never truly lost it simply waits to be found. These keys do more than open doors; they unlock hearts, heal wounds, and bring us closer to understanding our true selves. With courage to face what lies hidden, we find strength in our memories and lessons in what we once thought was lost.