The Locket
I watch the world
From my little chair.
I keep flowers close by
Scent floating in the air.
My hands I keep busy
My mind more so
I wonder if I’m missed
Anywhere I go.
I’m quiet on the wall
Barely utter a word
My wings were once clipped
I was often never heard.
I collect words
To put in my pocket
They keep me safe
Allow my heart to lock it.
Now I gather the whispers
that others let fall,
and stitch them inside
my soul’s hidden wall
Thank you for reading, I appreciate your time. Many blessings.
this poem feels like a tiny locket i want to keep opening just to check it’s still warm 🌸
the little chair, the pocket, the whispers—everything feels soft and careful and brave in a hushy way. like someone who learned how to protect their heart without hardening it.
i want to pat this poem on the head and say “you’re safe now.”
Beautiful and lyrical Dorie