Boxes
Boxes
It seems my whole life has been spent in boxes
Tea chests moving us from one place to the next
Other people’s expectations
College
University
Church
People move the walls
And make the box smaller
And smaller
Until I am so constrained
I have no choice
But to break out
And leave them in the fall out
Wooden sides scattered in all directions
But I breathe the air
And see the sky
And I am a child again
Playing in a tea chest
And imagining the world in a cloud
Jane Frances
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