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Unlatched

The world is locked
Away from me
They aren’t here
To give me the key
I am enclosed
Alone in the wood
One of the survivors
In the neighborhood

But then I felt
The key in my palm
I shivered with fear-
Then I was calm
For now I knew
The world was unlatched
The hole in my heart
Would soon be patched

civilized's picture

I like your more metaphoric

I like your more metaphoric take on the picture of the person in the woods with the key, the way you describe it as a kind of key to the world, or a key to understanding. I love the first stanza, but really, the whole thing is great.

 

Keep it up!

 

-civ