Title:  The imaginary Box

Author:   ShellySommers
Category:   Life
Keywords:  box afraid parasite feeds

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The box that sits in the corner of my room,
Is filled.
It’s the world as if it’s hiding itself away from me
Never showing me what it contains.

The box that sits in the corner of my room
Is aware.
It thinks about me, knows about me, feels for me
But will never share its insides with me.

The box that sits in the corner of my room
Has a small hole.
Small enough I can hardly see.
Although this box lets nothing out besides curiosity
It takes everything in,
All of me.

The box that sits in the corner of my room
Can’t and won’t relate to me.
It keeps its sides closed and tight, afraid I might get in.
Even as it contains all I am,
I am not permitted to see what parts it holds of me.

The box that sits in the corner of my room
Doesn’t know.
The reality of what it does. It rips me apart piece by piece and absorbs me through the hole.
It thinks it has it all worked out.
But it forgot
It’s only a box.

The box that sits in the corner of my room
It thinks.
The plan is all in order and a strategy’s in place.
It will nourish on my life ‘because it knows
A box can’t live,
If it’s only a box.


The box that sits in the corner of my room
It feeds.
It survives as a parasite in the corner of my room
Taking in all I have to give,
And all I have to give goes nowhere, except
Through the hole of a box.

The box that sits in the corner of my room
It knows.
The whole plan has backfired!
Chaos is present!
Panic is loose!
Danger!
Stop!
Wait!
This isn’t what I wanted!
This isn’t what was planned!

The box that sits in the corner of my room
Is afraid.
(Does she really know what I’m all about besides 6 sides and a hole?)
That I may, someday know what it contains.
It sits there thinking it’s breaking me down, but really
It’s building me up
Inside the box.

No, you don’t have it under control.
The things you were afraid might have happened
Have happened!
You needed more than you thought,
You took more than you needed.
It is never a fair trade to receive and forget to give.

The box is disillusioned now.
It defeated itself.
It must face reality:

I am inside the box.
The box is really
Me.




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Posted by ShellySommers on November 28, 2012
Written April, 1980