You may have heard the song about fences
“Don’t fence me in”
But I say:
“Don’t box me up.”
I do not fit in your box,
Your box cannot hold me.
You may try to understand me,
But soon, if you understand me at all
You will realize that
It is impossible.
Boxes can be prettified
Boxes can be made of glass
But there not a box in the world
that could be constructed to describe me.
It would “be the ultimate insult” to place me into a box.
But there are things that are cherished that are in boxes.
Rings, presents, treasured photos and found items.
To appreciate even these thing
You must take them out of the box.
If you leave them in the box, they may be safe
They may not get tarnished
But they will never see their full potential.
So throw away that box of smothering ideologies
That pretends to help
And embrace the box-less universe that opens before you.