The Vault

Locked away deep down inside
Is where my treasure lay
And my secrets hide
So dear, sacred to me it needs two locks
Not when the most sneaky could pick pock
I let my feelings collect dust there
Just so I won’t let ‘em show out here
The code to the vault is truth, however
I’m scared to unlock it
I wish my feelings, pain, and thoughts that’s in it
Could take off in a rocket
But it can’t so my secret storage will have to do
That’s how I deal with things, how bout you?
So when I have bad things happen or bad thoughts
It goes in the vault

2 Comments

  1. Emma on August 17, 2011 at 1:44 PM

    Wow, this is a powerful poem. It gives me a lot to think about…
    Thank you! Keep writing!

    Reply
  2. J. on August 23, 2011 at 10:00 AM

    Your poem made me think about so much! I though about all my hidden thoughts and how I learned to deal with them. Our minds can hold an infinite amount of information and feelings. When you are so young, and your mind is so full of upsetting thoughts or memories, it can feel like that’s all that lives in your mind. But as you grow, as you take in the world and learn everything and anything you want to learn, your mind (your vault) get’s filled with other things–wonderful and interesting things. You learn to feel different feelings that help you deal with the hard feelings. Life is hard, but the more you know the easier it gets.

    Anyway, I love your poem and it really made me think! Thanks!

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