Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Box

>There was a girl who had a box under her bed, that had a lock on the box under her bed in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. She would keep that box under bed safe from the everyone and everything. >Daily that little girl would check that the box under her bed, that had a lock under bed in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. She would only open the box , the box under her bed. When she needed to place her bad days inside. For many years the little girl hid the box under her bed, that had a lock on it under her bed safe in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. As she grew she would occasionally check on the box under her bed and would add her lifes joys in this with n>a lock in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. This little girl grew up and always kept this box under her bed locked in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. She had heartbreaks, loves, joys and deaths kept hidden away in her box. Maiden turned to Mother and Mother turned to Crone. All the while she kept this box under her bed, that was locked in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. It was not until one day she met this beautiful lady. She told the crone about the wonderful life’s journeys she had taken in all her years. But this now Cone could not come up with any memories or life stories of her own. She was broken and alone. In a frantic panic she went to the box under her bed, the box that was locked ,safe from a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. She opened this box and let all that she had ever known out ! Her tears came to her as quickly as her heart opened so wide she could feel the passions of not only her life but all those lives that touched her along her journeys. She knew at that moment that the lady in front of her was her own refraction in the mirror and that box was her heart. She broke the box into a million pieces and now wears the key to the box around her neck keeping it safe from the world that makes no sense and all the sense in the world. So that box she now calls her heart stays open for eternity with no fear of ever locking it again.