Thursday photo prompt: Secret #writephoto

Once again, thanks to Sue Vincent for sharing one of her photographs for this week’s prompt. You can check things out here
For visually challenged writers, the image shows an old wooden door framed by ancient stone, with an ornate key inserted in a rusted, heart-shaped lock.
He stole my heart,
Locked it away in solitude
For his own amusement
And pleasure.
His secret.
My cries went unheeded,
My pleas for mercy ignored,
I feared the visits,
I shrank into emptiness.
Then one day another came,
Gentle and caring
Their words soothing
As their hands caressed…………
And loved.
My heart quickened,
No longer confined and alone,
I was set free,
Moved from the darkness
Into the light.
The key rusts in the lock,
A symbol of times past,
And a warning of what may be.
Plaintive whimpers haunt me,
Sleep is troubled, restless.
I am contained in these rooms,
Having simply exchanged
One prison for another.