I used to think that any and all things could be opened,
But now I know that some things should be left closed.
I always left things out in the open,
But I never let them escape.
I once wore my heart on my sleeve,
But now I am wary of letting anyone see.
If I could open every door,
I would have a necklace of keys hanging from my neck.
I never could get the right keys in the right doors at the right time,
But I might find one that finally clicks.
I can't open the box to ease all sorrows,
But I can close the one the holds regrets, anger, and guilt.
I won't throw it away,
But I might lock it behind a door and lose the key.
I used to open anything I could,
But now I keep it closed.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.