Box

Boxed in an alternate reality
clouded by truth and insecurities
in love with a notion of freedom
that I will never be accustomed to having
shackled to a world of the dominating
fighting and screaming to leave
to shatter it all;
and live,
and breathe,
and love,
and exist.

Boxed in a world of don’ts
a world of no’s
a world of must-not’s
lusting over mischief
with an appetite for my own self-destruction
craving life
and an exhilarating breath
craving a love that will knock me out of everything I know
craving a meaningful existence.

And no matter how many traditions I desolately stampede,
I am expected to abide, unshaken.
I am expected to feel grateful it’s not worse.