Locked

One day I promise I will...

But that day is not today.

For now I am a figure of complexity

That no one can or will try to piece together

For now I've got

Hair to hide my face

Two feet that run away

And two arms that push away

I've got butterflies in my stomach

That eventually turned into bats

I've got ice in my mind

To numb my thoughts

I've got a heart that's been broken

Lungs that have had no air

Eyes that can only see grey

And a mouth that is chapped and bleeding

I am a lockbox and the key is hidden away

One day someone will find the key

One day the lockbox will open up

One day I promise I will...

But that day is not today