Box

They are confident they have me in the box
sealed
labeled
defined
but slowly,
surreptitiously
in the dark
I nibble at the edges
spitting out what I can
but swallowing what I must to remain
inconspicuous
I want to be so far into the light and wild
that when they discover
my escape
there will be no chance of
recapture
In their hands they'll hold
their righteous indignation
and an empty box
in mine I shall hold
MY LIFE