Locked Door

In a pitch black room filled with obstacles
Of whom I once was but am no more
I see a glint of light beneath a locked once opened door
In that light are dreams and hopes
That I wish to know again
Dreams of new beginnings
Blocked by signs of a dead end
Frantically
I search through keys
That could open up my heart
Until I come across one labeled
And it reads "new start"

Reviews

[Levi Levin]

I really like your poem. For there is always hope. Even when it appears that all is dead. Hope is alive.

[Lorry]

Can I have a copy of that key please? Would come in so handy. I hope it's a skeleton key, with one size fitting all, but realistically I know they are as unique and individual as they are rare. Wonderfully crafted piece that reads so softly.