A breath toward peace

A Breath Towards Peace
​My heart hasn't been broken,
yet it feels all the emotions
that turn it into pieces.
Grief let a grip I can never let go.
The weight is heavy.
​The key is mine to hold to,
never let my heart turn cold.
I have one key but I'm faced with many doors;
I can't even open one for myself.
​I offer to myself a hand,
a hope and a breath
that leads to my peace.
​I have thorns that prick more than twice,
walls that ensure my security
but broke all the pieces
left to fix my heart.