In Your Hands

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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