Sep 2020
I looked inside the box, opened it and picked up a rock and a stick from inside of it
I know what is inside that box now.
No matter how many times I try to put my hand back inside that box
I will always wind up pulling out a stick and a rock.
Only the first time I reached inside the cardboard box to pull out the stick and the rock was I truly surprised. The next couple of attempts were just denial. I tried it, so I already knew.
What is in the box is not for me. I have no need of a rock or a stick. Now if I found a notebook and a vinyl with a stray leaf then that would be my box.
If I were a geologist and a hiker then the first box would of been for me, but I am not and that is fine.
I know what is inside that box now.
No matter how many times I try to put my hand back inside that box
I will always wind up pulling out a stick and a rock.
Only the first time I reached inside the cardboard box to pull out the stick and the rock was I truly surprised. The next couple of attempts were just denial. I tried it, so I already knew.
What is in the box is not for me. I have no need of a rock or a stick. Now if I found a notebook and a vinyl with a stray leaf then that would be my box.
If I were a geologist and a hiker then the first box would of been for me, but I am not and that is fine.
Coming to terms with who I am and the type of career, relationships, lifestyles that agree with me and feel true to me. The ones that don’t make me feel as though I have to compromise myself and who I am.
This poem comes from a space of realizing you opened a box that wasn’t for you. You took a job that wasn’t right for you or a relationship or a lifestyle that doesn’t feel genuine to you. And becoming aware that each time you continue to try and reach back into that box despite knowing it doesn’t nourish you is a denial of your true self.
that denial hurts the most, but we always have the capacity to reach for other boxes (careers, relationships, lifestyles).
Maybe this poem is just a reflection of the pandemic and this extra time to think and really dig deep
This poem comes from a space of realizing you opened a box that wasn’t for you. You took a job that wasn’t right for you or a relationship or a lifestyle that doesn’t feel genuine to you. And becoming aware that each time you continue to try and reach back into that box despite knowing it doesn’t nourish you is a denial of your true self.
that denial hurts the most, but we always have the capacity to reach for other boxes (careers, relationships, lifestyles).
Maybe this poem is just a reflection of the pandemic and this extra time to think and really dig deep
