Can someone please write me a poem about something you love or celebration of an object you love and must have (smile,metaphor) please it would really mean a lot to me and I’ll give you a star:)

There are two keys.
They have names.

Music is one key and I am the lock.
It unlocks a free state of mind when I

find myself in the mindstate of ferocity,
grief, or when I find myself astray.

Dance is like the other key and I am the lock.
I dance off the pain, the shame, the grief, the anger.

All that to say; music and dance are the
two things keeping me going.

It’ll be five in the morning and my dance steps are
following closely behind the beat of the music that I listen to.

When I dance, I am in control.
I have control over how music moves me.

One thing that will always be true, is that when
I am in control of what I was made to do,

sparks of freedom fly within me.

The main reason why Franz Kafka, before his death, instructed his friend Max Brod to destroy all his unpublished manuscripts was because he didn't want his unfinished work to be read.