610. Stella Poem by Jaden Knight

She carefully works to open
the heavily locked brass bound chest
buried deep within my mind
there is no key that will open it easily
and so it is a puzzle for her to solve

Every question is a delicate pick
gently probing the pins within each lock
they answer in their own way by shifting slightly
lifting gently on their springs
allowing each barrel to turn

One by one they will open slowly
and fall away into the dark void
though there are still many left to crack
each one possibly more difficult than the last

Eventually the last one will disappear
and the chest can be opened properly
the hinges groaning as the lid is thrown back
finally she will be able to see what was hidden
I just hope she will not be disappointed
by what she may discover inside