Unbroken

Staring at the padlock,

a rusty sentinel, stubborn and cold,

it guards what’s unseen,

where freedom once rested,

a bicycle, a symbol of flight.

I fumble through memories,

hands aching to turn what’s locked away,

seeking a combination lost,

a code scribbled in the margins of time,

where laughter rode alongside worries.

Can you feel security slip away?

Each twist unwound, a tether frayed,

a lingering echo of trust betrayed,

I sigh,

how do I access what’s mine,

when even the key eludes the search?