Boxed
Boxed determinations
Fermenting on the shelf on inaction
Restrained trails of thought
Chained to a monument of stereotypes
Boxed in a steel cage
Never to emerge
Supreme
In my prime
Boxed in concrete walls
Of fragile ego collapse
Scared of their thoughts and their words,
‘You can’t do that; you can’t say that!’
‘I know what you’re thinking...don’t!’
The many windows penetrate too deep
I plug the chimney
Preferring to be boxed in indifferent
Inviting only the company of emptiness
Still it violates my privacy
The soul seekers,
Their blinding glances
Cancerous to my pale skin
My shadow keeps me company
I watch it conduct like a ballerina
Mingling freely with all that I fear to touch
Launching, occasionally escaping the box
As it shifts and grows
Minute by hour by day
And die with me by night
The black cat offered milk
The sudden squeak
The chime of the clock
The knock
I imagined
For no one ever comes
I decorate my box
To reflect my depravity
The pounding of my heart
losing trust in this trap
Thrusting and pumping to escape
What I feel is rage
The insecurity on my box
The dripping in the sink
I feel like I’m being hunted
Why am I cowering,
Am I the prey?
I pray
To think further than these four walls
For the strength to breakdown these barriers
For the wisdom to destroy it brick by brick
You've been lying to me all along
You're not all that I know, all there is
I reach for the box
And it crumbles to the ground
In my will to change
In my determination for a life
Outside the box
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2014
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