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?