This Box

This box this box

Confining me

Walls closing in giving me a narrow view of the world I see

This box this box

Contains all the parts and enter workings of me

Pages of my life

Nailed to the wall

Vivid photos of my struggle to be

But the image I see in the mirror on its wall

Is a different me

The soul I long to set free

This box this box


Suppressing my dreams

But writing is addictive

Its free flowing

Pushes my thoughts to the extreme

Dares to be contained in this box

Like an earthquake

4.6 on the Richter

Its expressive nature

Makes the walls shake

This box this box

Outside of it is where I want to be

Using the art of words creativelyImage