Sunday, July 9, 2017

The Lock

She settled herself
on that seemingly polished rock
facing that age old fence
she gazed forward
and saw that rusty lock

Who has the key
to unlock this gate
who can trespass
her very own fate

As if the nature tried
with might of rays and rain
to unshackle that fence
to make it wide open
as if it failed and said
"Please, break it on your own."

She knew it has to be her
she knew it has to be now
she stood up with a smile
so unhinged and strikingly wry
but those eyes, so assured
aimed very deep, far and high.