Boxes
What’s worse than having a life you don’t want to live?
How about losing one you didn’t have to?
Death can be more familiar than life where I’m from
Been to more funerals than graduations
Know more dudes on probation than personalities’ on tv stations
To grow is a blessing
Quiet desperation cloaked in magnificent obsession
So we box
Box our feelings up and store them away for rainy days because that is when no one can see our tears
Box our problems into corners that they can’t escape less they do so violently
Box our dreams up because reality comes home for dinner at 6pm sharp and hates to be kept waiting