I see fields of green, red roses too.

I live in a box.
Every angle and cut,
Is safe and protecting.
I stay in my box.

The world outside sounds loud,
And harmful.
My box is cold and damp.
My box is  my home.

I cut a tiny hole in the side
And I watch people's feet,
Walk by at such fast paces
Obviously rushing to somewhere important.

I love my box.
My heart is woven in the lines,
My soul moves with the waves,
My body crunches and fits perfectly.

My spine aches.
My legs have grown numb.
My arms can't move anymore.
But my eyes stare in wonder.

They believe that they could walk with the crowd.
They hope that they will get out one day.
They burn from the sun, but can't stop looking.
They're envious of the other eyes sitting outside.

My hands fumble to a crease above my head.
It takes all my strength and multiple tries,
My energy lowers with every push and pull.
And my sweat beads as I pray to the gods.

With one final push and my last breath of air,
The brightness blinds me.
The air rushes in and fills up my lungs
While every one stops and is staring at one.

One small girl has pushed her way through.
And as soon as her eyes adjust,
She sees something cruel,
There aren't as many free souls as her eyes had thought.

Instead of millions of pairs of feet walking to places she thinks she needs to be,
There are only a few who have escaped.
She looks all around at all the brown boxes,
All of them different one from another.

Some of them are brown,
Others have faded,
Only a few dare to look through
The little holes they have made.

She rushes to one to pry it open,
But she can't not all.
A man walks behind her and rests a hand on her shoulder,
And for a moment she relishes in the touch she has missed.

He talks with a voice full of despair,
And whispers, "only one person can get them out of there."
He continues to speak of the boxes as if they aren't boxes,
And tells her only they can let themselves out.

They only can be opened from the inside,
And too many are afraid to come out.
So as she sits and she cries
With her beautiful eyes, she looks to the sky.

The blueness she remembers,
Is still just the same.
From her younger years,
Nothing has changed.