I hold the keys to my inner cell
What I display is my outer shell
The price is high to my sanctuary
You are the first through my actuary
Don’t be distressed by my ardent test
I have to make sure it’s for the best
Once that you passed you will get to me
See all my flaws and the need for my keys
© 2011 Michael Yost
Like the concept and the flow. I to have a set of keys, yet as I get older it is more WYSIWYG. 🙂 I kept loosing the keys.
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Better get a locksmith and change the cylinders on your locks. Big Grin..
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We hold our keys tightly!
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As it should be.
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Those keys are security we need to be able to be free to chose wisely when, where and how to use them. I enjoy this concept 🙂
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Thanks! I also like your instructions over your avatar. Smiles…
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Ah, the circle of trust! A lot of wisdom in this piece. 🙂
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Thanks again for all your comments.
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It’s important to build walls to protect ourselves…but good to give out keys to a trusted few! 😀 xx
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well how special would it be if you just let any body in…smiles…solid boundaries are a good thing…
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Thanks Brian.
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Oh yes indeed! We are a shell when we want to be, and open up ONLY when we deem it “safe” ..
Superbly expressed, Michael.. I can totally relate to this one!!
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I can hear the Beatles in the background, “…someone’s knockin’ at the door, someone’s ringing the bell…”.
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