Pandora’s Box
If I asked you to sing
about my heart,
would you compose a tragedy
with a loving melody?
Would you sing
about every broken piece
equally and justly
or would you pick
certain parts that
you’ve accepted
to rhyme around with a smile
plastered on you face?
If I asked you
to write a poem
about the hurt
that I feel,
would you realize that i saw
a piece of you in every person i met?
Would you look at me with
the same hurt that filled my eyes?
Would you sing about the part
where i kept my heart
in a box, locked
in the middle of the woods?
How far and wide
it became famed to be
Pandora’s Box?
The mystery of centuries
with you and i
the only ones knowing
of its truth?
You’d see
the winds picking up;
the skies changing color:
black, blue, purple
yellow, red, orange.
The box would be in tact:
nothing dissembling it.
Nothing could.
It was too guarded:
guards of stone,
guards of steel,
guards of diamond,
guards of brass;
warriors far and wide,
trying to take the contents,
no guard letting them.
It was too precious
too much at stake;
too much to hurt;
so much to lose;
so much at bay.
The thief of pandora’s box
would come again one day.
They would hold their resolve.
The thief was too cruel.
Once long ago,
he dissembled the box
only one to do so.
He was just so cruel
so the guards would wait
and ponder
at fate
then one day,
the thief returned.
It was you, Memory.
The guards became scared.
The walls turned rigid.
Inside the box,
the heart pounded in the dark.
Would be okay to stand it out?
Nothing made sense without the walls.
Pandora’s box had no meaning bare
but it held no meaning protected.
Suddenly the walls broke;
the guards stepped aside.
Pandora’s box would open.
it would not be shut anymore.
it was free.
it was mine and mine alone.
