by Unknown
Jun 2010 444 Views 10 comments
Life in a Box
I made a box for myself
of metal and glass
Each day I peer out
and watch my life pass
In the box in my head
I'm only ever me
The self that I hide
that only I see
My tearstained face
surrounds my soul
this box of fear
or perfect control
The glass made of rules
that I yearn to crack
but the world's too vast
too full of what I lack
But someday I'll grow tired
of the role that I play
As I act out my part
of living each day
I'll crash through the walls
and with blood on my feet
I'll stand in the sun
broken and complete
of metal and glass
Each day I peer out
and watch my life pass
In the box in my head
I'm only ever me
The self that I hide
that only I see
My tearstained face
surrounds my soul
this box of fear
or perfect control
The glass made of rules
that I yearn to crack
but the world's too vast
too full of what I lack
But someday I'll grow tired
of the role that I play
As I act out my part
of living each day
I'll crash through the walls
and with blood on my feet
I'll stand in the sun
broken and complete
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Obviously this is far from perfect, but the emotion in it is very real. I wrote this originally in a time where I had set so many rules and limits on myself that I had ceased to be myself. It's something hard to explain unless you know me, but it's my first offering to the community :)Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (10)
Art?
I don't get it.
The insinuation is that art is subjective, and therefore perfection is either unobtainable in whole, or solely individually experienced.
I get the rest of it.
nice to see you B.O.F.
The box designer was quite intelligent in making it out of both metal and glass, with the glass allowing glimpses both inside and out. It takes a lot of courage to put one's box out for the world to see. With the designer's obvious courage and self-knowledge, the box can certainly be dismantled. Although on the surface broken and complete appears to be an oxymoron, it is such a profound statement. Thank you for sharing!