Little Locked Box
A ball of knots
jumbled truths,
bundled up,
in a locked up box.
Hidden corners,
riddled thoughts,
pushed away,
my little-locked box.
A key of words
the light of rhythm,
the scratch of pen,
detangling each thought
A neat pile of string
simple truths
neatly placed
in a pretty, open box.
A box of hope.
A box known.
A box of me
once again whole
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