I kept all
The pictures we had
And the things you gave
In a box and labeled it
Forever.

I was hoping someday
I'll open it without pain
With happiness and the love left
Or the love that came back
*Or the love that has always remained.

I'm stuck, and I can't get out of this glass box I've put myself in.
My destination is so clear, yet the steps I take lead me no where.
I can see, but I can't touch.
I can move, but I can't step forward.
Always in the same place, no matter how much time passes.
I am still, in an ever moving moment.
And I am scared.
Because in this glass box I am safe.
I do not move so I do not change.
Nothing can touch me when I am out of touch with the World.
For in my own Space,
my own Universe,
my own World,
I am both rich and poor, Ruler and subject.
I make my own Laws and I break them.
I see all, yet, I don't see nearly enough.
I can fly, but only so high,
and for this reason I am free within my own prison.
A prison I can shatter with a pin, but can't even crack with a hammer.
A prison that if I so choose, can unlock, with a single key.
A key, I've had in the palm of my hand, since it's creation.
And yet, I still stand in this glass box,
waiting,
  hoping,
that someone will come save me,
because I can't seem to save myself...
yet.

Fear-You can die without fighting a single one away.
Your fear of letting go of sadness can never be done
if you dont fight it to let go.
Your fear of never being happy can never be done
if you dont let go of your sadness.
Your fears of jumping and never coming back will
never be done if all you carry is fear.
Fear may be everywhere you turn.
It can be at every end of each corner you walk to make you blocked.
Your fear may be falling out of the box your living in.
But in the end you can fall down and stand on your feet and say you lived.
Fear may be on each corner but its defeatable.
There is nothing to lose if you dont let there be.
-Mickie rouxe-

I constructed myself a glass box
You can see
But you can't touch

I love to hide in my glass box
It's solid, impermeable
Though it may have become my crutch

I cannot open my glass box
My emotionless prison
My safety is my noose

I don't care if I'm stuck in my glass box
It's now a pandora's chest
And I'm hell ready to let loose

To place it in a transparent box.
Shut tight.
So that you cannot access it.
So that it will be out of reach.
So that you cannot feel it anymore.
But
So that you can still see it.
And not let it happen again.