Life in a Box

Boxes

by Kristy Hoover

Chapters of my life 

are found within

 these cardboard boxes.

Memories seep out of them,

Some good, some bad.

All of who I was 

lies within boxes,

Be it a box in 

my heart,

my mind

Or

Cardboard

I’ve lived my life in a box.

Going through the boxes,

Opening them up

Helps me get in touch with myself.

It hurts, 

It is happy,

It is sad,

but in a strange way it is cathartic.

I spend so much time on the inside.

Inside all of these boxes

That it has caused me to loose touch

With who I am

And

What is truly important to me.

I’ve collected the past

And looked to the future,

But what I need 

is this moment.

Right here,

Right now,

In reality

It is all I have.

Life is not meant

To be

Lived in a box.