Music Box

a poem i wrote when i was 16 about being closed off to the world.

I am a mystery. I am a box,
who is closed to the world with countless different locks.

But this doesn't have to be my reality.
Just find my secret golden key.
Open the lid and take a peek.
Be strong for me, as I am weak.

I am full of light,
So radiant, so right.
My brilliance will hold you
My eyes will enfold you.

The lid I cautiously jammed shut.
Uncertainty leaves me in my rut.
The light that is me will soon sputter out.
Lacking your air, with no other route.

Falling with your tears, feeling so numb,
Waiting for the day that will never ever come.
The day you can halt your sick lies
So that I may once again rise.

Whole and dancing
Proud and prancing.
All to the tune of your soul
Never again trapped in my hole.

Twirling, whirling, you swiftly let me go
And now my heart you can never know.
For I am a mystery. I am a box,
Who is lost to the world with countless different locks.