She carries a locket around her neck

Gold chain, rusted and a little bent

It opens up to a man she’ll never forget

Near her heart, she has no regret.

Delicate girl with the stem of a rose

She embraces the thorns with the perfume nose

There is good and evil, so the story goes

In her heart house are secrets that nobody knows.

Guided by light and the love in her eyes

She unhooks the locket to his great surprise

Her heart house is roomy with benevolent skies

For now, though, she doesn’t have space for his lies.

Instead she replaces the photograph

With a warm, sunny dawn that once made her laugh

Spirits swirl around her, releasing her trap

Ensnared for so long — The locket’s her map.

Her heart has a home

Her soul, free to roam

Into the knowing unknown —

She’s grown.



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