~Water~

Droplets that clean,
The moisture that melts us,
Each cleansing stream; water.

The feeling of liberty,
A freezing sensation,
We are trapped and swirling; water.

We are trapped and reaching,
I want to breathe,
My toes are almost blue; water.

Bobbing above the surface,
The crystals that swirl around us,
That feeling of peace; water.

We are suspended and floating,
Our bodies are weightless,
And each worry and stress floats away; water.

The Box

It's dark inside of here. The lid is taped shut and I cant seem to punch through the fibers of the box no matter how had I try. There are three tiny holes that let light into the box, but they aren't big enough for me to see anything. They only allow me to see the sunlight that I am craving and living for. I try to wiggle a little bit, but whenever I do the box just edges closer and closer to the ledge. I stop wiggling. There is enough room for me to stretch out my legs and arms and to feel comfortable, yet I just don't feel like I can enjoy it in here. I can hear voices coming through the holes but never enough to make connection. Never enough to understand what they want. Maybe I'm just stuck...