Inside my box

Am I Still inside my box?

Are the walls so thick? 

Are my eyes so dimmed? 

I step outside with one foot but my head is still inside the box until I can’t breathe the air inside the box because the oxygen is no longer enough inside the box. 

I need something more in order to survive.

I finally get my head outside of the box. 

I can breathe again!

I can see again.

I can hear the angels singing again.

I can feel joy again.

I can rise myself up again. 

I am more than the box and what’s inside of it.

I will not go inside of the box again.

I don’t fit in the box any longer.

I have grown out of it.

I’m free!🌸💖💙