Image: – Rob Woodcox
So there I was boxed up
My life is such neat bundles
I recoil in horror of it all.
There was childhood, timid, afraid, isolated
The games of children, the dreams of fantasy.
There were my school days, timid, fearful, exploring
The games of fantasy, realisations of truth.
There were the days of study, revelations upon revelation
The games of adults confronting my reality.
There were the days of marriage, random moments of uncertainty
The games of sporadic love and consistent abuse.
There are the days of parenthood, support, encouragement
The games of sport, dance and enthusiasm.
Here are the days of aging, timid, fear and isolation
The games of wisdom, new love and expectation.
I wake up to my reality
I live in a box, one I treasure
But I look way outside it most days
I see a world I am embracing
My words taking me places I never dreamed.