Jack-in-a-box

I thought I'd share my favourite poem I've written today, so for anyone reading, enjoy.

She could not lock it away

There was a key she used to open a box

But then one day the key was lost

She wanted to lock it all away

To keep those troubles firmly at bay

High and low, near and far

Under her bed, in a glass jar

The key was no longer there to find

But then she realised she did not mind

Like a jack-in-a-box kept open wide

The box was open, left on its side

She realised then it wasn't quite right

But how she adored to fly its kite

In the winds of emotional despair

Pondering as they played with her hair

An unsettling feeling stumbled inside

In her conscience she did confide

The jack-in-a-box could not close

And something in her heart unfroze

But until that box contains that heart

She has to bare it being apart. 

I think it's probably my favourite because when it's read I just feel it flows so well and it's a poem that people can connect with. Admittedly a bit of a strange reference to jack-in-a-box but it has relevance to somebody out there. To be honest, I have no idea why they are called Jack-in-a-box's, hmm. If only my English Literature exam involved me writing my poems, I'm looking forward to getting the exam over with on Tuesday. Short blog, I think the lack of sleep is finally catching up with me. Hopefully sleep well tonight and get General Studies over with tomorrow morning, eurgh.