I am in a box.
A box that I am trapped in.
The warm sun does not enter.
I am isolated inside this cold, dark, lonely box.
The weather outside is fine,
With the clouds parting with each other.
The warmth of the sun cannot reach my darkened heart.
The outside is full of people
Who are blissfully unware of my pain.
They don’t know or care that I am trapped inside.
The pain from this loneliness is slowly killing me.
I know I have got to break free,
But I have abandoned all hope.
I reach out for help,
But the bitterness in my soul from being trapped
Repels them away from me.
Until one man offers to help.
Out of bitterness, I demand he leave me.
I have given up on my dream to be free.
I doubt he can help anyway.
To my surprise, he comes back
And offers to help me again.
I tell him that it is impossible
As he struggles to break me free.
Bit by bit he makes little progress.
For the first time in ages,
I feel a small glimmer of hope.
I start to make an effort to break out.
After some time, I finally burst out.
I am finally free.
I thank the man with tears in my eyes.
He rejects the thanks,
Saying that most of the effort came from me.
“I only got you started,” he says
“You freed yourself.”
Please let me know what you think of this poem. The idea came to me when I was trying to help a certain person.
