Treasure Island

Krystal Galvis

(San Diego, CA)

The Key


In the darkest hour
When the light is dim
Shadows crawl across my room
And my heart would grow
Darker and colder

I sit in my empty room
Trapped in a corner
Writing in my journal
A candle near my fading body
My tears would dropp on the paper
Replacing the wet tears with ink
My words were being covered
By the puddle of black ink
My dreams were fading away

Then, the windows burst open
As light spreads across the room
An angel flies through and hands me a key

'You are the one that fills those pages
You carry the dreams
As they will become your future.
This key, you will carry always
Because this key is your life.
It is you.'

Submitted: Friday, July 03, 2009
Edited: Monday, July 20, 2009

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