The locket she once held
Close to her heart,
Now slips from its clasp,
And into her palm.
Her neck so bare,
From habit of wearing;
She is able to breathe,
Able to fly.
For so long she struggled,
Trying to breathe,
The locket had restrained her,
Keeping her captive.
Her shaking hands,
Open the locket one final time,
To glimpse at her tormentor,
Who looked so kind.
The smile and eyes,
So warm and gentle,
Love looking promising,
But they were lies.
The picture now faded,
The locket lost luster;
The girl can now breathe,
As she tosses this love away.
Summer Sandercox
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-locket-of-lies/
