Someone Once Gave Me a Small Box
Someone once gave me a small box full
Of sorrow, of pain, of truth.
It had a certain spiral pull,
Which swallowed my smile and drained my youth.
I held it in a hole in my chest,
A brick between two atria.
It spent its time as I did -- repressed,
And festered an almost mania.
But the box held deeper the small glimpse of a spark,
And with the sorrow came hope.
A lighter light in a darker dark
Created life’s kaleidoscope.
It took me years to understand
That this box, too, simply lent a hand.
This poem is about:
Me
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