Inside this box
A life
Of false starts and shattered hopes
Of empty promises
And loneliness so thick that cardboard edges weep with it
So close to a fulfilled dream
Do you even want it anymore
Do you want
Anything
Not the cold want of consumerism
But the want of life
Of greenness exploding from soft earth
Of human feet on distant lands
Of lungs breathing alien air
Of a life expanding ever outward from this box
Outside this box
A life
Jennifer Claywood 