Keyhole

I was locked in a shady, dire expanse, 

Disquieted I stood, having thrown away all my valiance,

I went to a dusty corner, sat down and whimpered for long, 

Until I found three keys to my side .

Dust embedded , they looked antiquated and crumbling 

But I found them a sign of felicity ,

I picked up all three, and stood up ,

With the surmise of freedom strengthening me ,

The first key broke in my hands,

And my heart jerked for a second,

Yet, I went on and tried the second ,which did not fit ,

And the third one kept suspense till the end, but did not give away,

I was distraught, and dolorous, cooped up and scared, 

Then I saw a piece of wood and chisel and an end,

I made my own key and paved my dispensation

And finally moved towards the light .