"Boxed In"

“BOXED IN”
I feel boxed in, I can’t seem to get out. I try to run away, but every turn is another dead end. Darkness surrounds me like night. The guiding light has completely gone out, like the sun hiding behind massive clouds. I can’t catch my breath; I feel my life slipping away.
Slowly everything begins to sink down. I feel as if someone is pushing my head beneath water. I can hear my screams echoing inside my head as if I’m standing in a tunnel. The sounds of my cries pierce my ears like a thousand knives. My head spins and my heart aches. I feel myself, my life starting to fall apart. I’m starting to disappear did I ever really even exist?
The box is getting smaller, there’s no escaping. My life is ending.
Death is taunting me, calling my name. I’m being pulled under, down into a deep, black sea of nothingness. Disbelieving how fast I’m fading, my life begins to pass before my eyes. Everything starts to play out like a movie, with me as the main character.
I try not to watch the shadows surrounding me force my eyes to remain open. The darkness moves so fast around me, but within an eternity has come to pass. I want it to stop, I beg for it all to end.
With in seconds I start to change. My life, my world, it all becomes different. Unable to get a thought through to my head, feelings of pain spread, coursing over my body.
Shattered dreams fill my broken heart. The horrors from the darkest deepest corners of my mind have been brought to life.
Suddenly my surroundings become calm, like in the eye of a hurricane. Silence begins to fall over the nothingness. I can feel the cold of the box lay over me. The pain rushes through me.
Thoughts of escaping dance with in. reaching to my soul, my strength is found to carry on. Hope begins to shine and faith from above rains down. Searching to find the light, the truth my purpose.
Growing thoughts of worth force the box to change, to come alive. Unknown feelings start to take hold. The hunger and will to find peace reveal a different person never before known.
Breaking out taking control stopping the songs of sorrow and pain.
My heart pounds and my body trembles while feeling my way through the dark.
Slowly I start to come back to life. The urge to scream enters my mind, but the fear of falling stops me. Surviving, overcoming the box is far greater than giving up.
Feelings of being alright float in my stomach like butterflies dancing in the wind. Freedom from the endless sense of suffering, freedom from being boxed in, becoming someone better. Someone new. Looking at the world with clarity. Taking in all that is seen and felt.
My soul has been cleansed, washed, and made whole. Knowing I will always have the power to carry on. The strength to start new. Never will I ever be boxed in.