The Box II
I had a little box.It was my home.
It was my comfort
Zone.
It was cramped in there.
I didn't care.
I was too scared
To get out from
That space.
It was so big out
In the open, and
I was so very
Small.
Years went by
I wondered why
I did not fit
In tiny or big
Spaces.
Words were written down.
My boyfriend frowned.
Slowly, I stood up to him
And there grew a smile
Upon my face.
As my box desintegrates
I look and see just what I ate.
Shrinking and tender
Is my little box of wonder
I was once
Inside.
8-22-09
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