Key
Silver
Golden Brass
Sits in my hand
Heavy
It will not open
any door
A chest
A locket
Or a gate
A key that is available
to anyone
Everywhere
It takes on many
different shapes and sizes and weight
Small enough to
fit in your pocket or your bag
Yet large enough
to fit under the crook of your arm
A key that
cannot unlock anything
But can summon
dragons
Make heroes
And create epic
battles
To be whisked
away to another world
I was young
When I found my
first key
Sitting on my
mother’s bed
Not cold nor
metallic
Its spine strong
yet flexible
Its groves
created from paper
Its power
unlimited
A key that could
not open a door
Nor a chest
A locket
Or a gate
It unlocked my
young mind
Introduced me to
wizards and time travelers
Lead me through
forests and caves
Gave me victory
when all seemed lost
My mother told
me of its wonder
But this wonder
is for those who choose to wield it.
-k.j.
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