A Box of Letters

A Box of Letters

I find myself In a place where I traverse a box, a box with one line to tread

In a place where that line is a path so squared and boxed, creativity strays outside

In a place where there are only five destinations,

Five reflections

A B C D and F

I find myself in a place where the destination outweighs the journey

Where numbers and letters eclipse the learning

F is for Failure,

is that everything I am?

D is for dumb,

is that who I am?

C is for careless,

is that all I am?

B is for better,

is that what builds me?

A is for amazing,

is that what makes me?

I am on that path, the path that tries to measure and define me

The path where I write my essays for a number,

The path where I lose sight of exploring for myself

A path in which a letter battles my esteem

A path that makes me forget who I really am

Because in this box the real me is

Invisible,

Inaudible,

But I know if they just emptied the box

I could be Incredible

I feel trapped inside this box of letters

A box made with skewed reflections to look at