The Key Poem by Eric Cockrell

i hold in my hand
the key to the door
to the room where

pretending no longer works
where half way trying
doesnt get it done

where just getting by
is no longer enough
where the truth doesnt allow

anything less, and doesnt
accept anything more!
where the image in the mirror

is real, and has to be dealt with!

and time is the reason,
and the driving force
that wont allow me

to be anything or
anybody else
than me!