Release the burdens, bearing down.
Throw away the heavy, tarnished key.
Breathe in fresh clean, life-restoring air.
Expand and color, long lost dreams.
Forgotten, fallen and frayed.
Left for dead, in disrepair.
Often it takes a lifetime.
To see a wrong, made right.
But the light will prevail.
It is there, always.
The Truth and Beauty.
That spurs our good works on.
Even in times of total and utter despair.
Savor the scents of early spring.
Revel in the shimmering Van Gogh skies.
While buds slowly appear.
Reminding and restoring us.
Harbingers to sunlight and hope unfurling.
Throw away the key.
Cast off the dark days.
The murky mire cast by evil ways.
The gift of Joy.
Finally restored and rightfully ours.
The sunlit path awaits.
A journey beckons, without end.
“Throw Away the Key” © 2009 Geraldine H. Hartman
Written for the Search Engine Stories prompt: Throw Away the Key
Photo courtesy of: Flickr