the box

it never really fit, that box

it surely was too small

beneath it all were others’ doubts about what their minds could possibly conceive

when all I really needed to do myself, was to never stop and to believe

to believe the box was there to fuel the fire felt inside

and to know the box had never been for my demise

but for me to be safe and small... after all...

when you leave the box...you are left with the burning question

.....can you handle it all?