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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