Tuesday, November 4, 2014

An Organized Mess


I'm a box.
Don't put me inside.

There are things I enjoy.
Don't put me inside.
There are struggles I have.
Don't put me inside.
I'm a nuisance,
a helping hand,
an organized mess.

I am not the thoughts in my head.
I am not the crumpled sheets on my bed.
I am my toes to head,
the inside and out.

I am not destruction
nor reconstruction.
I'm not a metaphor,
a prison door,
or all the broken pieces
laying on the floor.

I'm the in-between
and that's okay.

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