A poem about looking within and not liking what you see. |
Slowly I built ever stronger ever thicker until all I have is me me in a dark windowless room noone can see me noone can hear me self contained in a neat little box every day every event ever stronger ever thicker some days a little light makes it in others not even a flicker all alone in my box where noone can reach me I wonder what the weather is like outside my box wonder if it's brighter out there but all I can see is grey a never ending rainy day, in my box I am tired of the smell of damp cardboard I am tired of the color grey but for years this is all I have known my inner child wants to be set free how do I rip down these walls the pretty yellow pill only makes the walls seem like they aren't there but I can still feel them I know they are around me some days that is my only strength knowing that I am safe within knowing that I am still in my box but I long to smell the spring breezes I have to learn how to breath again learn how to tear all this down It took years and tears to build them up how do I now liberate myself Within my walls I know I am safe but I am sick of being safe I want to live an adventure here I am all alone as always in my dark box searching in vain for the boxcutter I know that I hid in here, so long ago |