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The Box
The Box This box is so small it engulfs me No windows or doors to be seen I sit in my corner, thinking: “Oh Lord, what a wonderful dream.” I dream that I find a new doorway The one that’s been there all along One last look in the mirror, I know I have to be strong. I press myself up to the outside And listen to what lies within The sound of the silence is deafening Deep breath and my head starts to spin. “Don’t go” my mind starts to tell me The fear going straight to my heart Blood pumping fast in my veins now I’ve always been scared of the dark. Feeling my way through the darkness I’m surprised there isn’t a lock My body shaking with anguish “Can’t do it” my mind seems to mock. I hear the sound of the laughter The voices familiar to ear My hand closing down on the handle It’s time now to meet this fear. The motion so light to my touch My mind all battered and torn I enter into the limelight Expecting to meet with such scorn. The voices abate in a second No time can be recorded at will I stare at the faces before me And notice they all seem so still. “Good God, my dear woman, what’s kept you? We thought you would never come home This party’s been going for some time now At last you’ve come out on your own.” I look into the face of my old friend And turn to meet their embrace My laughter so light and melodic The grin spreading over my face “Sorry I’m late as usual So much work that had to be done. But better late than never The results are second to none.”
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