Somewhere along the way, I built a box.
It allows no one in and won’t let me out.
How did this box come to be?
Why did I build a box around me?
Where the box came from, I do not know.
Why I built it, I know not.
When did the box come to be?
I don’t remember building it around me.
I look back and think, remembering my life.
It wasn’t always there.
So why is it now?
What made it be?
Inside my box, I am all alone.
I sit and I watch others do more than survive.
I watch others as they enjoy life.
They are happy. Why?
Why am I the only one inside a box?
What’s so different between them and me?
As I sit there pondering, why me,
They’re enjoying life contentedly.
Is that why they’re smiling?
Because they’re not alone.
Am I destined to always be,
Inside the box wondering why me?
Will I be in my box forever alone?
With no one entering my little home.
Or is there a way to knock down the walls
Destroying my box letting me live on?
Smiling and happy once again I will be.
No more sitting alone in the box for me.
Help me open my eyes to see,
How to destroy the box around me?
Crissy
~November 29, 2008
