The Key Poem by Curtis Johnson

The Key
By Curtis Johnson

Getting late on a wet and cold winter’s night, it was a quarter to eleven. We had been enjoying the festive holiday since ten past seven.
Deliciously baked cookies were beckoning from the oven, and everyone hoped they would taste like manner from heaven.

All eyes opened wide as someone in the house said, “I would love to rise like fresh homemade bread filled with leaven”.

White snow flakes were falling and quickly melting half past eleven.
Then someone said, “This old house is quiet”.

As we embraced the stillness, the snow turned to rain.
Moments later, so unexpectedly, another was smiling and started to explain. All who heard her speak, knew that they nor she would never be the same.“In a little while”, she said, “a secret key will appear to unlock my unseen chains, freeing me from anger, fear, hate, hunger, and unbelieving pains”. Furthermore, she continued to say, “I was never meant to build my nest and hide in a tall tree. I’ll never stop; I’ll never look back; I have been ordered to flee”.

With gracious eyes, she looked at me, as she tightly held the key.
She said, “My wish is granted, and now I’m flying like a bee.
Dreams can come true if we keep looking on high. By tomorrow, I’ll be soaring like an eagle in the sky.It will not be long before I reach my blessed destiny. With this key I did rise, and was set free from my cruel enemy. I have survived! I have arrived! No longer am I in agony! ” cj05032015