A lost box


A box,

small, black, wooden, undelivered,

no light, no air,

no hope, no despair,

sitting in one corner of the storage room,

surrounded by other lost souls,

feels it has met its destiny,

this is where it is meant to be.

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Take me to the stars


I know your white light follows me everywhere,
To shower courage, strength and patience.
But on days when I feel tired to move on,
I wonder,
Why did you let me reach this dark space?

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