How Great A Box

How great in size the box must be to hold the things lost there from me. My much-loved daughter takes my breath, as I snatch her back from the jaws of death. I dig for the dreamed career I lost. I worked so hard to be the boss. Then with these most cherished found, I would then reclaim my once owned ground. Split level house, with lavish pool. Where in the light, I would lap in night’s cool. But then, dig deeper, deeper to find, all the lost loves, in the darkness behind_ _the veil that shrouds me from the truth, of whom must have cursed me in my youth. Dispersing to a lake of fire, an evil that needs now expire. Thus, laying aside every great weight, I inherit my God's blessed fate. Claiming goodness not yet found. For in the box this was pressed so way, way down. 01/17/2024 Everything You've Ever Lost Poetry Contest Sponsor Jaymee Thomas