The Box

So small this box. So deep the wound goes. Buried I am inside my skin, my muscles, my bones, my organs, my flesh.

So small this box. Remove it. Remove this abscess, this growth that holds me back from myself.

So small this box. This pocket of darkness that clouds my thinking shaming me inside.

So small this box. Grace me with the pleasure of sweetness. The sweetness that encompasses all that is good and innocent.

So small this box. My mind longs for a new way of thinking begging to swallow, see, feel the constraints and let go.

So small this box. Can I be led to the path? The path of righteousness, beauty and love?

So small this box. Cleanse me, heal me, leaving nothing but the one I am! Woundless and healthy.

So small this box. Will I ever trust myself to step outside naked and ready to live not with fear but with revelry? And the box...will be no more.

Tiffani C. Powell
Copyright August 2001