Keyhole.

For eight years, I have kept myself safe from the harsh reality of this world.

I’ve kept myself locked up in a room that only I can have the access to.

Somehow, someway you found your way in, took the keys from me and tossed them outside – out to the harsh reality of the world.

I knew you would be back soon.

And I know you won’t be bringing the keys back to me.

This morning, I looked out to the bright sunlight and whispered my fear.

I let it all in for ten seconds and exhaled all fear out.

I know you won’t be looking for me.

You thought you had the keys.

I buried them with you when you died, eight years ago.

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