I’m board, of talking to a wall
the Zen of being thick as a brick
won’t catch me when I fall
I’ve never been that quick.
I’m tired of hanging all my dreams
on unyielding rough hewn wood
a boring life comes apart at seams
I need to change, that’s understood.
Pinned to a wall, inside the box
is the place I was told to live
never more a life of hard Knox
if to myself, I hope to forgive.
Climbing this box, of the mundane
setting my sights on high
leaving behind a life insane
I’ll spread my wings and fly.
Author notes
12. The box I was meant to think outside of.
In a list
A contest entry
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Comments
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I'm so glad someone has used this prompt!!! and what a good write you created from it! I especially like the third stanza. Thanks for this excellent write and good luck in the contest!
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Excellent take on the prompt and the picture just adds to the wonderful write. Good Luck for this wonderful entry. God Bless, Jo-Ann
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As always so well written with much truth and deep meaning. A good flow and rhyme and it speaks an important truth.
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