Menolyrical; Final Friday Fiction

HEARTLOCKER

I gaze upon the door before me. There sits the padlock. Thick. Heavy.

Keyless.

Like the heart of the Beloved.

I gaze upon the shackle, binding the padlock to the door.

Attached.

Like the spirit to the body.

I gaze upon the keyhole, deep, dark, inviting.

Calling.

Am I the key?

© Yamini Ali MacLean 2017

5 comments:

Madi and Mom said...

Aunty this is a very thought provoking post. I never thought about being a key.
Hugs HiC

Murphy said...

Now this is a thinker!

Your Pals,

Murphy & Stanley

Mark Muller said...

oh I hope you will be the key.... love it ;o)

Uppal said...

Insightful​!

Janice Adcock said...

Excellent in so many layers. Namaste, Janice xx