Life is like a box

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By Razan Shahin

In allusion, she lived inside boxes,
filled with dim light.
With locks and boards decorated 
with more keys and chains than the eyes could count,

She wears herself like a dress
feigning the feeling of freedom
and confused she dances from 
path to path
swaying on the earth she belongs to
There are no people, no animals near her
Her actions are hers, as she looks 
around discovering that here: 
she can be herself. 

Digging her toes into the dirt,
she starts laughing hysterically.
Her eyes are bright and
clear is the content in her smile.
All her worries begin to disappear 
as she creates the music to her own life
and dances to the tunes.


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