closed, contained
shut out from the
world
alone, ashamed
the self-inflicted
curse
longing for the
light
gripping to the
edges
of cardboard
that is what it is like to be
in a cardboard box
enclosed
in
out!
she wants
to get out of closure
and all in all to have closure
but she holds her self in
she holds her self in, still
holding self in still, broken
still holding in herself and
...she cannot remember why
closed, in a box
wet cardboard smells, doesn't it?
wet, warped, salt-soaked
wet with tears
if someone else held you in
it would be fine to complain
cry out
stop
you force yourself in
you cannot complain
yell help
out
others will hear your cry
they will try to help
you are not alone
but if you keep holding
the box will keep
it is a keep
the keep of your despair holds you in
you cannot get out
unless
you
let
go
not to forget
not to hate
not to lose love
instead to remember them
to love them again
those left out in the rain
those whose box is not held on by their own strength
you hold the keys to their liberation
but to free you must first be free
so if your tears and carnality weigh you down
then seek within to free you
and you will
if you
let
go
and so, perhaps hearing
perhaps letting her fingers loosing
perhaps throwing away the box and stretching
perhaps stretching in the sun, and seeing the light again
i can hope
i can pray
and it may help
let there be no more souls
trapped in
in the box
boxed in
the inbox
hitting refresh
waiting
f o r
me
Originally written in 2010, rewritten 2020
