Key To Your Heart

Let me give you the key to your heart.
The beating of wings on the bars
is torture,
is turning bright patterns
and subtle shades
to dust.

I stand on the outside
in stillness.
Just my voice calls you
to say, as I must,
there is freedom here,
just beyond the things you fear.

That butterfly,
its wings in tatters,
keeps bruising itself,
falling apart.
Let me give you the key to your heart.

- by Prajna Pranab, 27 October 2007