THE KEY

BY:  MARIBETH SCHLOBOHM

 

It’s late,

I’m tired,

It’s dark.

No light,

Not even moonlight.

My luck.

Can’t find the right key

Or the key slot.

 

Slowing down, I take a deep breath,

Close my eyes and

Feel for the slot in the lock

And it comes easily to me.

I’m in.

Lights on, safe.

 

Sometimes you have to

Slow down and

Feel the answer

Because you can’t

See the solution to

Unlock the doors in life.

 

© 2005, Maribeth Schlobohm

All Rights Reserved

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE KEY [Maribeth Schlobohm] ~ POEM          1

 

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