Out of the box

All this time, frozen
waiting, holding your breath
it doesn't hurt so much
when you stay still

Everything on hold
tightly packed in this
tiny space that you
can afford

And then the slow
realization that the door
was never locked
and you are free

To leave.



Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-08-06 at 07:05

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
We create our own doors and within we have the key. The problem is gaining the determination to use it and open up. We need to dare to fail more, to happily fall over and get up again like children. This is a very nice piece.
2015-08-10


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A pleasant thought, well presented. I always take care to lock doors from the outside. I'm not sure how I do it, but, that way, I can't leave.
2015-08-06



So true that the chains or boxes that trap us are within our own minds, but until we find the key they trap us as tightly as any box--perhaps even more so.
This poem is very good and talks about an important subject.
Ashe
2015-08-06


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
The door is shut it is not lockde and bolted - only with in the mind it be so - all is needed is to open the eyes of the mind - and - walk out and on - forward - never looking back
Ken D
2015-08-06