The Lock Poem by Nicole Newby

She wanders around
A lock in her hands
'Do you have the key? '
She quietly demands

She searches the world
Trying to find
The key that might fit
A lock of her kind

A couple of times
A few keys are forced
And from her lock to her heart
A pain starts to course

But she keeps on her search
Trying to find
The key that might fit
A lock of her kind

Sometimes she stumbles
Back to a guy
Who forces and fumbles
But she's already tried

And still she keeps searching
Trying to find
The key that might fit
A lock of her kind

And once in a while
She meets a man
With the skills of a locksmith
Who can unlock with his hands
But this is illusion
And the pain it still coursed
Ever still deeper
Than those that had forced

On goes the search
Trying to find
The key that might fit
A lock of her kind

One day she finds
A key- and it fits
But that key it broke off
And there did it sit
And the lock wouldn't open
And she lived with the pain
While the key stuck inside
Filled her with disdain

So she gives up the search
Of trying to find
The key that might fit
A lock of her kind

Then one day
The key... it's not there
But she still feels the pain
So she handles with care
The lock that's so damaged
Through to her core
She wonders if she could take
Any keys anymore

So she patiently guards
Wary to find
Another key that might fit
A lock of her kind