It's getting smaller,
this box;
Harder, too, and thicker
with every feather I grow and every bone that hollows.
And now I'm lost
in here.
Somehow I can't find
the reason why I'm so far away and left behind.
It's pretty dark,
this box--
I can't see the road ahead of me
Even though I know that it's there, and I know where it leads.
I can't breathe
in here.
I have doubled in size and in mind,
yet I've limited myself and my fully grown wings to this.
To this box.
In this field.
In my world.
In here.
A contest entry
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450 points, ended September 18, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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i like the meaning behind this. good job and good luck
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You should win gold for this one. It's saddening, and shows the want for growth to expand, yet not. Wow.
Warmest,
Mylee
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