A poem about feeling trapped in a box. |
In A Box I am trapped in a box, Stuck, in a box. There are four walls, They are called Worthlessness, Hatred, Jealousy and Failure. The lid is unhappiness, The floor, despair. Occasionally the lid is lifted, The light spills in, The love, The hope, The joy spills in. But all too soon, the lid is replaced, And i am again, stuck in the dark, Waiting, Fearing, Hiding. Sometimes i am taken out of the box, And allowed to be myself, But it is a false freedom, Within hours i go back, Back into the empty box, The unfriendly, Lonely box. The stuffy, suffocating darkness, Lapping over me in waves of despair. This is my life, A boxed up toy, A hidden person, An unwanted life. All alone, With no light. All Alone. The memory keeps me going, The thought that all is not dark, Malevolent, Unhappy, Oppressed. Light does exist, and with it Hope, Love and Joy. The memory keeps me strong, Rigid in my convictions, I have a right to light, It belongs to everyone, I have a right to life, With all its pleasures. So, I will climb out of this box, And push off the lid. It isn't easy, Often i slip, And have to start again. It will be worth it. No more shall i be hidden away, Ignored, Rejected, Hurt. No more will i feel Worthless, A failure, Unwanted. No more shall despair fill my heart. I will escape,And, I will never return, Ever to the dark. Never. |