Key To The Locket Poem by Oreoluwa Sanni

My heart cold, I feel abandoned. 
People leave me in sorrow surrounded.
Misunderstood, my middle name.
The key to life is the mind with empty pockets.
You just have to find the right locket.

Who am I?
 I ask.
Will I ever know?
What's my purpose
I seek.
Like finding a needle in the deep.

Pain was my devoted friend, we spoke daily.
The relationship had to end,
My mental state screaming faulty.
I thought it knew what was best.
Words with many regrets.

Depression was my comfort.
Sad tunes gave me the rest.

The inner me crying for help.
Pounding,  breaking, scratching, begging.
I ignored all its yelp for change.

Pain blindly lead me,
Pulling slowly into the darkness that shined like the light.

My sanity was out of range.
Moral judgment started to fade.
No way out, I could not escape.
As I submerged into its cage.

The elephant was in the room.
It stood like a Goliath.
I was no David, I had no stone.
Except I was to cast my phone.
Started losing courage, like I had no bones.

I was not the only one living in my temple.
One had to go.
Who?
I don't know.

Then suddenly, a hand of light stretched out.
In Joy, I had to shout.
"Salvation at the door, no doubt! "

I once drifted into darkness, that seemed like the light.
But I saw this one was true light; it was so bright.

A sword appeared.
My true happiness neared.
Depression let go in fear
Because it knew its end was here.

The elephant shrunk.
The giant fled stumbling like it was drunk.

My mind renewed
My heart afresh.

Although problems around
I felt peace surround.

I told depression it could keep sorrow.
I did not need its darkness, false empathy or it's guise.
I was done being blind.

I found someone new and He is no stranger to sorrow.
Sorrow did us both wrong.
But my new friend holds a brighter tomorrow.
He Lives in me and Extinguishes the pain.
He said Life is a test for what is to come.
Don't let it affect you, real peace will return.
No one can find true peace in Gold.
All is a choice you are blessed so be bold.

In pain, laugh
In Joy, laugh
In danger, laugh
And find comfort in my words.

Depression told me I needed it.
But in reality, depression needed me.
It did not want me at peace.
It wanted me in pain to feel like I was alone with it.

The blinds were lifted
As darkness was shifted to light.
I found something I was missing.
Something I did not know I was seeking my whole life.
And he held the keys.
And was the locket.
Traded my old point of view for a new.
No longer alone
My heart is no longer cold.

In the end, depression had to go.
I need not its guidance, sorrow, and distractions.
No more!

It cheats on many; and has so many victims.
But at the end, I was the victor
Because my sword held true wisdom.

Life is a path with two roads.
Pick one wisely because only one truly leads home.