I'm making boxes
Now and all day long
Endless boxes
Made to be strong
Every day I wonder
What I hide inside
The boxes within me
Kept out of sight
There are boxes of hopes
Dreams I can not voice
Boxes of heart ache
Not through my own choice
Boxes bulging at the seams
Full of life's torments
Boxes made to hold it all
Selected for their strength
As I stand here making boxes
I shuffle through my own
Hoping one day I'll make a nice one
I can put on a shelf in my home
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Inspired by and linked up at Sepia Saturday.
2 comments:
I like the idea of boxes of hope and boxes of heartache.
I've just finished reading Elizabeth Harrower's The Watchtower and one of the characters works in a box factory....which I only just realise now is a metaphor for her life....being boxed in. Thanks for revealing that to me.
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