Returning the Key

 

I am sending back the key to bluebeard’s door,

A portal to a world where shadows sway,

Because his love was cold, I breathe no more,

In his darkroom’s eye, my soul did fray.

 

My X-rayed heart, exposed and dissected,

A love dissected, spirit torn apart,

I saw the truths that left me unaffected,

In bluebeard’s study, death played its part.

 

Returning the key, I break the chain,

That bound me to his cold, unfeeling grasp,

No more shall I endure his cruel reign,

In freedom’s light, new dreams I clasp.

 

This key returns, and with it, chains unbind,

In light of day, a stronger self I find.