January 23, 2010
I am a box
Boxes surround me
I sit next to them
I eat with them
I talk with them
I learn with them
Boxes are everywhere
They open themselves just enough
For me to have an idea
Perhaps a misguided idea
Of what they offer inside
It’s like a game
We test each other
By rattling, probing, giving
False hints or half truths
To hide what’s really
Inside our box
Sometimes we are
Surprised, disappointed, hurt
By what we find
But that’s all part of the game
There are a few who don’t play
They don’t ask questions
They don’t care if
Their box gets rattled, probed
And so they are left alone
I’m tired of the game
I’m tired of being a box
But I’m not good enough
To be a treasure chest
Golden on the inside
I can only
Step out of my box
Show all the other boxes
Who I am
On the inside
And hope
I am not alone

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Powd3er said...
Feb. 9, 2010 at 2:52 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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kellyisgr8 said...
Jan. 30, 2010 at 11:59 am
liddle_countrygirl said...
Jan. 29, 2010 at 12:32 pm
This is very meaningful :)
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