Whispered Wanderings

So much of my life I’ve spent
squishing myself into boxes
that were never meant for me…
boxes made by other people yes, but mostly
those little boxes I built around mySelf:
convinced they were necessary
to feel accepted
to feel loved
to feel only what I was supposed to feel.

Now even the one place
that never felt like one of those boxes before
lately has become one;
speaking those words today
was so hard
and I’m afraid I explained badly
what I meant.
It’s one of the boxes I constructed, you see;
watching myself trying to be something that
I’m not and never was:
that’s just
another
box.

And so I’m off again,
stepping out of the boxes,
And trying Life on for size for awhile
without
them.

klm
7/6/23-7/7/23