In Your Hands
She's like a diary whose key has been lost
Elusive as a hummingbird flitting to and fro
In the garden planted just beyond the iron gate
Rich with mystery and delightful surprises,
This wordsmith weaves a paper trail from pens
Placed with care within the lines on yellowed paper
Try as she might to hide her glories,they still shine
There's no shame as her frayed spine spills her truths.
She's bound the bitter ends and made them beautiful
Tucked between sheets most shall never see.
Her luster glows beneath the half closed lid
Like a million fireflies caught in Mason Jars
She's allowed you entrance into her sanctuary
One filled with dreams and aspiring hopes
Confessing all that her life has been till now
While the key tinkles softly in your hands
Selena Howard © 2011
A conciet , Written in quatrains within 4 stanzas
