I've created a box with my thoughts and words.
It's walls pull closer in response to my can’ts, don'ts, won'ts, shouldn'ts, and no's.
As the enclosure squeezed my essence tighter and tighter. I struggle just to breathe.
a comfortable place to be sometimes - tucked into a reality that is the
status quo. Never allowing myself to dream beyond the scope of my
How did I get here?
Did I put myself here?
Did you put me here?
you the one pushing the walls in on me with your thoughts and
preconceived notions of who I should be? How I should act? What picture
the colors of my life should paint?
Maybe another, but not me. You have no power over me. I am too strong and confident to be dented by your ignorance.
Ahhhh, but I did this to myself. For I am my best friend, my own cheerleader, my number one fan.
But I also am my own worse critic, my saboteur, my enemy - my box creator.
each decision I make, whether visible to the eye, the box expands or
contracts and there are days when I don't even feel its scratchy texture
rubbing my nakedness.
And then, there are days where it threatens to stop my heart with it deadly grip.
Why did I create it? To protect me from dreaming, from living as big as I possibly can?
I am worthy of greatness, destined to be remembered, deemed to change
the world with my gifts and talents - called out to lead people with a
heart big enough to love them more than they could imagine possible.
Ah, but the box beckons me to return and think of myself, only me in the
box. If I stay here I will continue to walk amongst the crowd of other
slaves in society, most likely including you and everyone you know....
if I choose to, I can break free and make a difference, a difference
in my life and yours. I have the capacity to create a different reality
than the dark confined prison that I currently know and I set my
thoughts in determination and stand up - shattering the flimsy fiber of
that which appeared impenetrable.
I can breathe
I can live
I love wildly
I can dream
I can dance
I can sing
I can be who I was meant to be - unbound.
How big is your box and why are you still in it?