Submissions by Firefox313 (Ella)

A lock and key,
and only one belongs to me.
The box of secrets,
behind a glass wall,
begging to be opened,
determinedly closed.
The ribbon on the key,
frayed from worry,
barely holding on
to the hope of knowing
what the box holds;
its' secrets,
Finally told.

I remember,
silence in the night
but no more,
now it rings of a glorious fight.
Light from the wars
glimmer across the floor
and illuminate the sky.
Some wonder why,
and the young ones still cry,
as their fathers never return home,
and their sisters and brothers
recieve the call
and hope remains small
for the sisters
the brothers, the fathers, the mothers,
the children, the husbands, the wives.
Marching. Praying.
Fighting. Weeping.
With all these precious lives,
how could it be that I survived?

A key, cold and heavy,
barely hanging on,
to a thread of a ribbon,
worn down over time.
Ragged from worry,
weary from a key,
that fits no lock
that I can find.
But in my heart,
one thought will bind:
Somewhere in the ether,
a slot lies waiting
for a key
it might never see.
Behind the lock
is a mystery,
an empty void
could be all that is there.
As for now
the key just hangs waiting,
for the thread to break,
for a lock to appear.

Door blown open; thoughts unknown
A long, long walk
But her shoes were sewn
To the path she'd chosen at seventeen,
But everyone says that age means...
Nothing can help a the hole is dug deeper
And she sinks further
Going backwards and down
The hell in life is easily found
By a heart like hers, broken and still beating
A glimpse of the light
But hope is fleeting

Window blown open; thoughts unknown
A long, long run but her shoes were sewn
To the path she'd chosen at seventeen
But no one says that age means...
Anything but...