I have this key,
It's dull and brown
I wear it round my neck,
On a simple cord
It was given as a gift,
As something I should strive to be
"I am the key"
Unlocking another
To find their potential
That is who I am to be
And in helping another
I may find my purpose
For a key alone is worthless
But a key that can unlock a lock
Is priceless
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MindFull
PoetryWhen an artist lacks the ability to depict thoughts and feelings, they turn to words. Each poem is constructed in a moment of disparity, distress, or even overwhelming joy. Some even just discuss everyday life or the inner workings of an individual...
