Step Outside the Box

Trapped.

In a box…

Every time I beat on these walls

The bones in my hands are smashed into a million pieces

And my hands are f*cking throbbing.

“HELP!” I scream.

Damn, these walls feel like concrete.

But I don’t let that stop me.

I keep beating on these walls anyway.

Anyone else would just surrender.

Anyone else would surrender to death.

I get tempted to get lazy and surrender.

Everytime I feel myself get lazy, I beat these walls harder.

My hands look like a bloody mess.

And I hear voices outside of the box,

Telling me: “you’ll never escape!

You’re better off inside the box.

Give up.”

The voices repeat over and over again

But I refuse to listen.

I refuse to give up.

I refuse to live inside this box.

With each punch,

My hands go from throbbing to numb.

I punch,

And punch, and

Now I’m kicking,

And screaming.

And now I can see light peeking through the roof.

Perfect opportunity.

To keep going.

To keep punching.

And right before I break free,

I hear a voice from inside of me say:

“You had it in you the whole time.”

I burst through and an almost blinding light

Pierces my eyes.

I look down and the box disappears.

I look at my hands.

No longer bloody but scarred.

Like my heart.

My heart craved to leave that box.

The entrapment of the outside world’s

Limitations.

The well meaning words of people around me,

Saying I’m better off staying in that box.

Well, now that I’ve escaped,

I beg to differ.

It will be a never-ending battle to step outside the box.

But I’ll persevere.