Untitled Poem

I'm concealed in a box,
white, closed, and mine.
I see the outside painted in an
opacity that almost escapes the reach of my eyes.
I see the shadows of strangers
dancing against the color of morning dew beyond me.
They all leave me enraptured with awe by how they
seem to behold me with their freedom.
One holds her many hands high towards the light,
she drops a tear of red flesh which sighs to the ground as if
it were to finally have a life of its own given to it by the wind.
She dances a whimsically with the breeze,
with a seemingly contentedness that leaves me feeling empty.
Another shadow glides down from her breast
and sings a melody that compliments her every flowing movement.
His grace encircles me as he whorls high above my head
capturing the light in his voice.
The breeze passes me by without a single finger tip
brushing my cheek, making me beg for its touch.
I shudder, I want to break free of this
shielded existence and truly live.
A crack protests in agony as it is dragged across a
corner of my capsulized space.
I hear now the screaming of the breeze through the trees
and the song of the birds.
Left to choose to stay and leave.
If I stay, my desperation will tear the life from
my soul and I would me no more than a husk of what used to be me.
Or leave and feel alien to a world not of my own design,
never feeling like I truly belong.
I scream for answers.
I scream for you to hear me,
for you to find me.