The Key to Me

** The only art my hands ever made any sense of..**


Welcome to Bethany...

A soul dressed in black and white..
Sometimes cotton.. sometimes lace..
The darkness fades but chokes
me more than the light ever seemed to..

Here the soul sits perched on a glass,
a glass of opportunities..
Where I can fall in and drown..
or remain perched and proud..

A few tears to show the world
the realitiy of life..
and the hardships a soul may carry..
With fights of emotions..
the ones that usually win..

A rose added for beauty..
Frail in full bloom..
Set to remind me how to control my ego..
I'll never be in the same vicinity of the rose
nor do I ever want to be..

The wings are symbolic to my lack of roots
and my habit of losing ground..

The burns?
Now what exactly is a soul or
a human
without any burn?
Without any scar?


Let's ponder on the title now....

K
E
Y

No, I never handed you a tangible key..
I never had to..
A Key to Me
comes with every post,
from every word ...

Now there a choices you hold..
To better your intellect
and drop the judgemental stance..
or ignore it all together..

You could run away
without so much as a second glance to me..
or
come to terms with reality..

This is my Thanks to MOST of DP
for not being afraid to show
real emotions
and true selves..
The key for me
to glance among souls..
and relate or debate..
For every post..
for every word..
It meant a lot....









You'll never need me to hand you any key..
all you need
is to escape ...


from the artifical smile..





Unlock the door....



now