Extended Metaphors

Lost and Found
You are my compass
Keeping you close at heart, my safety net
When I get tangled too far south
Or go down a broken path
You bring me back to a fresh start - a new road
When I’m lost, or just simply can’t find my way
You beckon me to a place I call home, your arms

I will carry my compass with me wherever I go.

Leftovers
I’m left here to sit and mold
You picked over the better parts of me
Store the remains wherever you please
I’m unwanted in your eyes
Throw me out when I begin to waste away
I wasn’t that important to you anyway


Fallen Vase
I’m broken and shattered
Don’t touch what is left of me
It hurts too much, I’m no longer whole
Just leave me and the chaos at rest
You know I’m not worth being pieced back together
Too much effort for too little reward
So stop trying to fix me
I’m better off broken

Treasure Chest
Sneak a peak of what I hold within
I dare you
You may look but don’t touch
I trust you
So take it all in while you can
I’ll miss you
Lock me back up on your way out
For my heart cannot take
No more