Locked myself tightly within in
I provided no view
But only the darkness inside it
I lived in the dark, I struggled to see
I looked for myself, I couldn’t find me
And then as I gave up
To surrender and die
I felt a strange object
A smooth, solid gold
I pondered, and wondered
What is this to me?
There is a purpose
I know this to be
My dreams came alive
In the blackness of night
Coldness of air have no reason
To fright
I knew right away
I knew what this was
I had found it
My treasure
I had finally found me
I had found what I needed
I found my own key
I like your new format Vonita, an easy to follow presentation. And I thoroughly enjoyed your poem, moving from despair through to an uplifting golden key.
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Thank you, Ivor 😊hope you’ve had a good Saturday!
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Surprised to see your writing skills …So much beautiful.
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You are very kind 😊
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Its your kindness that reflects …..and resonating around…
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Thank you, and bless you x
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Wishing you all success and peace….
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This is lovely!
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Thank you, Lynz, and thanks for stopping by, good to see you again 😀
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Good to see you too
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Xx
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beautiful vonita xxx
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Thank you x
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I think you have beautiful treasures inside this is beautiful 🧡
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Thank you so much, and so do you xxx
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