"What can be easily torn apart,
can be quick to deceive,
will build up walls just to rip them down,
is foolish and naive?"
"What can be tremendously fierce,
and all at once soft,
if unprotected, pierced,
and hard to defrost?"
"What can hold love,
yet shatters it like a porcelain doll,
can soar like a dove,
or just as easily slip and fall?
"Where are you trapped,
what keeps you locked in?
Answer this riddle,
and you'll be free; for you win."
*
I think over the words.
Turn them in my mouth.
I have to complete the riddle,
or I'll never be let out.
Without hesitation, I turn to my captor.
A small lock that rests on thick bars.
waiting for my answer.
"Well, even though you try and thwart,
me and my very freedom.
The answer to your riddle is my heart.
So let me go, for you've been beaten!"
My voice echos in the chamber,
that I now realize is my chest.
The rips make up the cage,
and the heart's been holding me in arrest.
I press myself against my lungs,
and take in a big gulp of air.
The key hole shrikes as it unlocks
And I leave my self made snare.