My heart is a locket, a piece of Jewelery that is seldom opened. A grey shell split in two pieces and welded together. Once closed, it is a task in itself to open it up again.
Like a locket I wear my heart where everyone can see it. People often try to open it, looking for memories or faces that mean something to me, but its far too time consuming, so eventually they give up and move on to unpicking some other persons locket.
Why is it that everybody else’s locket opens with such ease, they scream out to be unhinged. Mine is stubborn and laborious, It doesn’t want anybody to see what’s inside. It’s scared of opening up.
My locket appears much smaller than its brothers and sisters. It’s practically embarrassed to be on show. People make assumptions, people think because my locket is small, that is must hold information not even worth a mention. They’re wrong.
I wish..I wish for once that somebody would take the time, even have the patience to open up my locket. To unpick my heart and help me mend it properly, so that it can eventually be opened with pleasure and ease, rather than broken in to.
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