February 20, 2006

a box

within a small, black and white
cardboard box
tucked away in the back of my wardrobe
resides my spirit
hidden from the prying eyes
of those who crush dreams

within that box
seen by few
lies my optimism
my belief that the world can only get better

my eyes has seen too much
my heart has felt too much
languishing in puddles of pain
that cannot be changed
my fingers have trembled
as they held new life
knowing that tomorrow
no longer holds the charm
it once held

as so i protect my soul
from the tragedies of today
by hiding it in a small
black and white cardboard box
tucked away in the back of my wardrobe
beneath clothes i never wear

2 comments:

swati said...

This poem accurately describes how i feel actually ad im sur others too. Except i keep my soul in a burgundy box under clothing i use as a disguise and make up that covers up the real me.This blog is super tite, keep it up

lata

kojo said...

Glad it is having an impact. So much easier to hide away, I am hoping that one day I can actually carrying my spirit in my pocket, for all to see. Easy