The Box

I stand alone in a dark and empty room, by myself. I look around in the dim, and each wall seems blacker than before. Trapped in a box, enclosed by walls, my stomach drops, and I feel it fall. The walls are moving now, and they come closer and closer. Suffocating me within my enclosure. My knees become weak, and they begin to buckle. And from within, I hear a chuckle. You're stronger than that, the voice concedes. I hope you know that now, I hope you believe. Your heart is your armor and your tongue a spear, unsheath into the dark and face your fears. You're stronger than that, the voice says again. Now stop these walls that are about to cave in. Crawl out of this box, and start your day. And when you fall back into depression, climb out again.