The Way In

The day you find the way in –

When the open hand ready to receive inside the lock,

Opens to your key.

In that moment –

Everything changes.

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The frantic forging of the treasured key –

That, self commissioned once off piece,

Shining, mirroresque, bejeweled –

That tarnishes beyond belief.

The culmination of ‘the time of your life’

That failed,

To impress you or anyone else.

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Vanity, humbled by the passing days –

Softened by the rocks

Life tosses unwarning,

From within, without –

Into the deepest waters where you floundered,

Out at sea.

Surviving tsunamis.

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Waiting for this moment –

When the tiny, rusted, mangy, crusted key,

Opens the latch

To discover –

Where peace lives.