The Box Lid
The Box Lid
pieces of cardboard lay all around
the pieces fit together
but the picture, I don't understand
it's clear in some places
and other parts are fuzzy
I don't want help I can do this by myself,
even if it is just something that I don't understand
i pull out of the narrow scope
and see the picture, finally
it was the thing I had never dared to hope
The picture can't be that simple
I already cut pieces so they would fit
unstuck and restuck the colored squares on the
cube that I never could solve
Did i finish the cube
or did I cheat and make it look like what i wanted
to see
it doesn't matter now
all the sides are the same color
i’ll never know now
The scars reopened on my mind
I had finally gotten used to the idea
of being in london away from the talking animals,
no more aslan
now I have to relive it all again
but this time I understand the picture.
this time I look back
and I realize that to truly understand something
you have to start from the outside and look inward
don't start with the pieces, start with the lid.
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