I can sit right here in my box,
As comfortable as can be,
Never venturing out of bounds,
Look past what is easy to see.
To succeed beyond, who will care?
The box is where I’d like to live.
It’s home and what is familiar,
Really! I have nothing to give!
This box isn’t all that bad.
It might be just a tad too small.
The sides too narrow, top too short,
Inside is cold, I need a shawl.
I realize if I stepped out,
I just might find life is better,
Life in this box is not that bad!
A bit cramped, hard to even write a letter.
To step outside my little box,
Means taking some daring risks.
I don’t know that I’m brave enough,
What if the wind is much too brisk?
To do what God has planned for me,
I’d have to step out in trust.
I guess it’s time, now or never,
Before the hinges on my box rust!
I really like this one. We all have our own boxs if you ask me. I can really relate to this poem. Great job!
Anna