Poems that matter

The glass box

thanks to @Jyvur_Entropy for inspiring this poem :)

The glass box

The souls of this world come in many different forms

Many who do not fit into the norms

Some things you can see but many you cannot

Invisible problems are part of the lot

When the world shuts them out for what cannot be seen

People come to the box as their only mean

They have no choice and nowhere else

Here they feel safe from the lies others tell

The shrinks and doctors seem to mean well

For as long as the patient is a money well

When the cash dries up, so does the help

No better for the body than the mind

The glass box softens blows from the outside

Full of those ready for arms open wide

The mind and soul are terrible to lose

But most only care for a target to choose

The box has seen many come and go

Many stay through their own sadness

They worry for their hidden secrets

Am I broken?, am I wrong?, why do I think like this?

Some struggle to start life anew

Others are nervous about what others will do

The box has no favorites

Some feel like they are drifting away

Others see a reflection in dismay

The box knows their inner demons

Some struggle when in company

Others struggle to stay happy

The box sees their hidden gifts

Some lose track easily

Others desire tranquillity

The box provides a sanctuary

Some feel they suffer a cluster of troubles

Others have many friends in a single bubble

The box is not forever

People learn to live and be proud, not suffer and frown

Are these mixed blessings or blind miracles?

Who would we be without are hidden secrets?

The box provides a much needed lesson

To step back, relax and be grateful at that

We suffer from idiots, not from ourselves

Made to feel ashamed of ourselves

Everyone is a person, but all are unique

Together we form a stronger clique

Kind, brave, smart, bold

Not simple or weird as we are told

When the time is right, the box opens up

For some to return to the whirling cup

What is normal when nothing is normal?

What is weird when everything is weird?

The mind is a beautiful thing

Rising above the overload

Like a flower in bloom

Or a setting sun

We should be proud of who we all are

Lathering care over a mental scar

There are good people out there, just a matter of time

Through the jewels we can all see a silver line

Copyright © published by C.Lmauve, 2021.

All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher.