Finding your voice

I lost a set
Of keys a
While back

Keys to my
House, my
Job, my bike
Lock and keys
Whose holes
Are a mystery

The right key
Opens the right
Door and there
Are lots of doors
That you’ll walk
In to with the wrong

And sometimes you
Have the right key
And the right door

And the right sound
Hits you like a
Right cross and
That sound becomes
A part of you

And that key
Gets in your

Letting out
What you
Have to say

as only you
Can say it

In the right

(C) Tony Robles 2016


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