The Box

The Box

Sometimes, I think outside the box

Sometimes, my brain won’t get out of the box

Sometimes, I can’t open the box

Sometimes, I can’t close the box

Sometimes, I want a peek inside the box

Sometimes, I’d like to walk around the box

Sometimes, I’d like to sit on top of the box

Sometimes, I’d like to stand on top of the box

Sometimes, I’d like to shake the box

Sometimes, I imagine there is no box

Sometimes, I’d like to lock the box with a key

Sometimes, I’d like to be free of the box

Yet, I can’t be rid of the box

Sometimes, it weighs me down

Sometimes, it is as light as a feather

Sometimes, I cry

Sometimes, I grin

Sometimes, the box carries my pain

Sometimes, I feel happy and sad

Sometimes, I feel fatigued

The box is my chain and ball

Sometimes, I wish I could get rid of it all

It won’t let me go

The box has sewn me up

It will not give up

I can’t zip it up

Or shut it up

Or break out the box

The box

Toria

20/10/2022