Boxes

I’m living in a box Made of paper fears Behind cardboard curtains I've lived all my years Shutting out my dreams Told I shouldn't fly Never thought to question Never asking why Aspirations set aside Like all the other sheep Afraid to climb the mountain Thinking it’s too steep I’ve finally found the zipper Which hides the wolf within Stepping out of costume Removing sheepish skin Four walls no longer hold me Torn apart along the seams My first step is toward freedom A second pursues my dreams ~JJR 7/5/16