Poem: Box

Shackle my feet with chains
Bind my hands with rope
Restrict my access
But my soul is still free
To roam
My will you will never bend
Break my body, rip the flesh
Physical pain is all you can do

Trap me in this box that you have
Made for me and others like me
I’m contained in presence only
My soul and mind will forever
Wander
They shall not be restrained

You fail to understand
I like the darkness
The cold
I can endure, the soul
Powerful
This box shall not imprison me
For it is poorly constructed
With lies and deceit
And bonded by deception

I just open my minds eye
And see past all of it
And it shall become invisible
To me and all who look at your cage

The will of one and many cannot
Be contained, and neither shall mine