heavier every year.
Locked tightly, voluntarily
alone in the dark protecting
the holder’s future and relations
or so it thought.
The holder, unable to bear the weight anymore
shook as she took the key from her pocket.
Dropped it a couple of times, but finally
inserted the key and turned the lock.
The chest hesitantly opened wide.
Blinding light came from it.
Cautiously, she picked it up
and showed it to the ones she loved.
They didn’t react with disgust
and skepticism as she thought they would.
Instead, they accepted the dreams
she hid away for so long.
The chest lighter now,
free of fear, free of doubt.
In fact, it’s no longer a chest
but a pure and adventurous heart,
like it was before.