The Boxes

January 26, 2018

Dear Family,

While I'm sitting at this desk,

The unnerving thoughts fill my head.

I can't shake them

Nor break them,

I'd rather write them down instead.

As I’m Staring into the ocean deep

My fingers holding on with a tight grip

Fighting the burdensome weight on my feet

Sharp, Jagged, ends snagging clothes causing rips

The Fragile wood was starting to give out

The ropes were scratching and pulling my feet

All i wanted to do was scream and shout

I was feeling like no one could hear me

My hands were like claws crawling rapidly

I was feeling the un-bearing pressure

I began to let go slowly falling

Stopping all the yelling and the lectures

I descended into the ocean deep

Now there is no more weight on my feet

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