PANDORA'S BOX

Deep down by the ocean

There exists a simple vase.

That holds within its depths.

The magnitude of loss

Each sin unknown to man

In a paradise untold

Desperately held shut.

By a heart-shaped lock of gold

Along with all these sins

Sits a heap-full of shame.

For all the world’s evil

Had one woman left to blame.

And deep beyond the darkness

The never-ending onyx rooms.

Lied the tiniest of lights.

Meant to save her from her doom.

And this light it had a name

And it was shaped just like a child

An infant meant to save.

The world from all things vile

Her name was short and simple

Innocent and sweet

She was called simply “Hope”

She sat there in the peat

The world lay in ruins

As the evil was released

And all that was left

Was Hope, at Pandora’s feet.

So, when it came to mark my skin

At the entrance of my womb

I chose a symbol of life

Not a mark meant for a tomb

A simple treasure chest

One that’s meant to hold

All the hardship of relationships

To be opened by someone bold

And inside there lies a gift

A small and brilliant light

There is the gift of children

There can be the gift of light

In order to embrace it

And bask in all its warmth

One must fight all the demons.

From the darkness they come forth

Jealousy and anger,

Cruelty and greed

Should a person overcome these battles,

The gift they get is me.

And with my love comes a light

Even brighter than before

For there is no end to a woman’s generosity

Once you make it through the door

And the greatest gift of all

The one reserved for a king

Is the gift of life itself?

The gift of a human being

All that’s needed to gain this gift

Is to ask yourself who you want to be

For only those deserving

Will ever get the key.