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

 

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