Open

 

Dust lies undisturbed

Rust settles on the chest

Yet it appears perturbed

Mayhem aches to rest.

 

Towards the trunk, she walked

Charmed by its antiquity

And the adult inside her mocked

But she is urged forward by curiosity.

 

The lock is broken

Yet the chest looks regal

The child within her has woken

Flying ahead like a seagull.

 

Shivers pace her veins

As her fingers trace the iron handle

Her imagination has liberated from chains

And hope is lit, bright as a candle.

 

Hesitation greets her with repugnance

Overwhelmed, she fears what lies inside

Solicitude clashes with indignance

Battle compels her to choose a side.

 

Years of experience make her paranoid

Coerces her to expect the worst

She is afraid to fall in the void

Afraid to be consumed by thirst.

 

Yet the child envisions wonders hidden

Visions that perplex the sane

A dream which was forbidden

Amongst the mountains and the rain.

 

Selfish as she has been

She still craves to see it all

Her eyes covered by a sheen

Curiosity has won the brawl.

 

As she opens the cracked lid

Two broken things make contact

This is where the Unknown hid

And yet the chest has remained intact.

 

As hope, we rise

As dust and shadows, we fall

Just as a baby cries

And the dead answers its call.

 

 

What did you think of this poem and what do you think was inside the chest? Let me know in the comments down below. 

Hello there!

This is a re-post or whatever it is called when you publish an old post again. I hope you’re doing well. Everything here seems pretty much the same. Seems like it was June just yesterday. Anyway, I hope your loved ones are safe and sound. Take care and be safe, everyone!

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