The Key

the key into the depth of her soul
where the shadows of the past exist
the shadows dance with eerie music
the padded room had slashed walls
 
they peek in with curiosity  
they want so much to touch
and prod and poke
does she exists beyond the ethereal
 
the key is hidden away in her mind
a word spoken a soft touch
there is flickering hope in the abyss
there demons dwell dancing with her mind  
 
the key is stuck within
words like thorns  embedded
in wounds oozing pus
the key is called Compassion