Smothered in a Box
. . . in a box of my own making
How did I get into this box?
. . . and how can I get out of it?
I thought it was a wonderful box!
I thought it contained within it
everything that I loved dearly.
I entered it with great joy and gratitude.
I put into it my most precious treasures.
I filled it with the best of all that I had.
But now it has turned against me . . .
it has turned ugly . . .
it is smothering me!
What happened?! . . . I do not know.
It just simply is no longer the same
wonderful box I had known before.
People change . . .
boxes change . . .
maybe I’ve changed.
Whatever the reason . . .
whatever the reality
at this present moment . . .
I only know that I must
get out of this box
or else I shall be . . .
smothered to death!