The Opening Key Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

My story's not just mine,
A book on a shelf, for me
to find.
Now I share its pages wide,
So others learn, with me
as guide.

Each day I wake, report for task,
A lovely image, through the mask.
Though skies are grey, a shadowed hue,
The stars will gleam, a brighter view.

My truth will soon be called to say,
They truly shine, come what may.
My past is here, a part of me,
The opening key, not the locked decree.