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Two Cents and Mirror Shards

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She wears her worth around her neck
In the form of
A penny
From ninety-three years ago
And rusty locks,
Strung on an iron chain,
Along with broken
Keys that go to
Nothing
She knows of
Any longer.

She finds them, on
Street corners and in forgotten,
Lonely places,
Treating them like
Precious treasures
And long-lost friends;
She hangs them near her core
To try and remember
Where all the pieces go,
Where they all come from.
Maybe one day.

Her window
Is made of a shattered mirror
In the hopes of
Being able to see
Something that isn't on the outside.
She is not sure
Exactly what that is
Yet.

None of her parts match;
She constructs herself
Out of odds and ends
That others have thrown away.
She is cracked,
But,
She would not know
How to fix herself
If she was whole.

She strings up
Old bottle caps and
Passages from decaying books
While she tries to fasten together
Shards of glass
That leave empty spaces
Behind.

She loves them

Because,
How else is light
Supposed to shine through
Without a few holes
For it to escape from?
The way I see it,
what's the point of locking up your secrets
and throwing away away the key,
if it means that someone has to break you open to see them?

Lock up those secrets,

But don't throw away the key.

--

Thrown together over the past few hours.

Take it as you will.









© *Cugra
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Sigma-Echo-Seven's avatar
Nice short line breaks, adds something effective to the poem. Well done!