The gift.
It was finally given.

It was finally obtained,
or was it?

It was finally earned,
or was it?

I know not,
what the gift means.

The gift,
does it change things?

The gift,
of love,
of gratitude,
of worth.

The gift,
is confusion.

The gift,
I have wanted for so long.

The gift,
I am unsure now.

I know its meaning.
I know its worth.
I know its purpose.

You decided it was time.
Why now?
What did I do?
Was it even me?

I ask questions.
I am confused.
I am still learning.
I am still seeking.

You, you are the key.
You have me locked tight.
You hold me close.
You love me.
You keep me safe.

Maybe the gift, is just a gift.
Maybe I think too much.
Maybe I need to be still.
Maybe silence is the answer.

A reminder is all I need.
You are the gift.

The material around my neck,
locked by love, and the key.

You have always held the key,
the one to my heart.

This collar is just a reminder,
for all to see.

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