The sour cream walls slowly shrouded in blindness
By the darkness, engulfing the space around me
I see, I am alone, crouching.

The wild laughter of my fellow mates
Ceasing, like a candle light
Slowly extinguishing.

I am a hermit, in my tower of inner turmoil
I want to feel what is new outside,
Yet, I am afraid of venturing out from this darkness.

I am trapped inside a dark box
Made by the limitations of my mind
Where seeking help seems a crime
And this shrivelled up heart of mine cries.

Will this gloom ever become non-existing?
Freeing me from the chains of my limiting beliefs?
I know not, I doubt if anyone would come to save me.

But I need to free myself! On my own.
I know I am capable,
But my mind laughs at the wishes of my rebellious heart.

Unpleasant experiences of the past
Has made my hopes crumble
But I wish to make a castle from those dust.

So I get to work. With my tears and smiles,
I mould the dusty hopes into a sword
That is sharp enough to cut the vice.

With all the courage and determination
I swing the sword in the air
The swooshing sound reminding me my thirst for freedom.

I cut the dark walls of the box
That shriek and curse my bravery
I laugh at their defeat.

Finally, I am above the crushed darkness
In the light of hopes and love
Crashing into the arms of warmth.

A poem written for the Inside a Dark Box contest by Penguin.

Again, many of you may relate with the poem. We all have battles to fight. Different ones, but still a battle for us, individually.