Locked Box

I have a locked box of memories deep inside my soul,
It is buried in some long forgotten hole.
I don't even remember what's locked inside,
Not even I know what secrets I had it hide.
Shall I open it and look inside once again?
If I do, I fear I'll need the strength of ten.
What's so deeply buried inside of me,
To open it, will I need a key?
In searching I find that no key can be found,
Only distant memories lay all around.
Seeking upon those visions I find,
To open it I only have to use my mind.
It's rusted and old, it might shatter with a touch.
I feel it, but the cobwebs are a bit much!
Dreading the inevitable, I open it with a creak...
My eyes are closed; shall I take a peek?
One eye opens, the other stays shut...
If I peek to long, will I get a pain in my gut?
I'm opening my eyes, shoving the box wide,
And much to my surprise... there's nothing inside!
What do I feel? What do I say?
After all this time have I hid nothing away?
Over time I have healed what I buried,
And all along I feared the empty box that I carried.
So I'll close it again, bury it in a long forgotten hole,
And keep it just so that I may have it deep inside my soul!