The possibilities
contained here
are limitless
and
limiting.
I knock on each box
from the outside
to find a way in
to find my role
my niche
my place.
Creating cracks,
I push myself
further
into boxes
to try
to belong
somewhere.
Twisted backward,
contorted
bent,
my limbs
abilities
and
qualities
don’t fit.
I
flail
inadvertently
and
ooze out
unwittingly.
Being pushed
that hard
into something so
confined
I am disintegrating
I am decaying
I am decomposing
I am no longer
me.