My Hidden Box

I have a box

Hidden in the dark recesses

Of my soul,

It's there I lay my shameful,

Regretful thoughts and deeds.

My box remains securely safe

From peering eyes, judgement,

And all scorn;

’Tis where echoes fight for life

Amongst ever encroaching weeds.

One day

When I am strong and brave

I’ll swiftly strike a match and set it ablaze,

Then inhale the bitter stench of smoke

As I watch the inferno with glee.

Yes, one day

When I am strong and brave

I’ll discard this indentured box of mine,

Choosing within my soul, therein,

To grow flowers in lieu of clinging weeds.