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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
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5 comments:

  1. My Mind's Eye26 May 2017 at 01:16

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

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  2. Murphy26 May 2017 at 02:19

    Now this is a thinker!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  3. easyweimaraner26 May 2017 at 10:40

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

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  4. Uppal26 May 2017 at 11:27

    Insightful​!

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  5. Janice31 May 2017 at 03:54

    Excellent in so many layers. Namaste, Janice xx

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