Tinny brown boxes
You fill your life into tiny brown boxes.
You keep them safe with tape as transparent as your sole.
Brown boxes filled with who you are
Each part of yourself stacked.
One on top of the other.
Your life of brown boxes creates an expressionistic stair case.
Leading up to the sky.
Your empty self climbs.
Climbing up the brown boxes of your life.
As you get tired you realize the worth of the life you lead.
So many steps.
So much life lived.
As you reach the top you see something you had never noticed.
A doorway in the ceiling.
Pushing it open your lungs fill with sweet fresh air.
A new found freedom
Free from your past
free from your life
free from the tiny brown boxes.
You walk around adjusting to the new feeling of freedom.
You look out and see the horizon
Tracking your vision down you notice the edge.
The edge of your sanity
The edge of reality
The edge of the roof.
It is time
You know what you must do.
What you feel should happen.
What you want to happen.
You run
Sprint
Dash
Racing to the edge.
Left
Right
left
right
arms swinging
heart pounding.
as you reach the edge you give yourself one last push.
As you push off
each of your tiny brown boxes open.
Your transparent sole peals away.
Your life exposed.
Your existence uncovered.
The end
the beginning
The flight
the freedom
The peace
We all pack our lives into tiny brown boxes.
Packing them away.
Hiding them from everyone.
Open the boxes of your life.
Peal back your sole to revile the proof.
The existence of you
The proof of your life.
