Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks March 2015: Identity | Page 12
I Am a Box
Rachel Armstrong
Shiny, with colour and sparkle and splendour
Pretty, easy on the eye with a dramatic flair,
All that shimmering, shining, cover
Covering a tear here, a scuffed edge there,
Even a ragged edged hole or two
But all covered.
I am a box
Four sides, a floor, a lip.
All things that a box should be, I conform to.
A lid
Held on tight with a bow,
For fear of what might come out.
I know better than to open up.
I am a box
Labelled with a Smile
‘May Contain Nuts’ printed largely, bold and ironic,
Up to the brim with pretty dresses and half-dreamed
fancies
Fond remembered nights, forgotten nubs of chocolate
Damp –
Damp with long cried tears and spilled dreams
Dashed hopes and sunken endeavours,
All with a sprinkle of glitter
I am a box
Waiting to be opened
Can you bear to lift that lid
To gaze inside at all that I contain
Not just idly mind my exterior
I am a box
An outward shell
Hiding a person
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