The Mentor
April 11, 2014
He will never know
the honor
I have bestowed upon him
Never before
offered
or even acknowledged
as a remote possibility
I've held out
I hold in
my trembling palm
the key
to unlock
the solutions to my problems
my cloister
my keep
all along
locked from inside
For lifetimes
my screams
fell on helpless
ears
unable to unlock the door
He steadies my hand
as I reach forward
and set myself free
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