All Boxed Up
Sometimes I feel like a cardboard box.
It’s still a perfectly good cardboard box.
Shiny silver duct tape is found in patches all around,
some pieces old and frayed, some picked at and rolled up only to expose a once sticky residue now covered in dirt and hair.
Some sore spots you can’t help but pick at.
The sides are worn a bit thin and it looks like a 5-year-old colored on it.
Let me convince you though, that it’s still a really good box.
It looks like it’s been run over and pieced back together
But you can see the effort made to “fix” it
This box is damaged, even though it hates that word.
Damaged but not irreparable.
If you can find the beauty in it, in all of it, it’s a really good box.
Outside is just a perfect collection of painful memories turned into merit badges.
Have I sold you yet?
If you look in this box, it’s plated with a precious metal that renders it priceless.
You’ll find words like good natured, loyal, and patience scribbled on the sides.
Loud singing, sometimes off key, can be heard trailing out.
A voracious amount of love is found in the heart of this box for the people who reside there.
Inside is sorrow turned to wisdom, bitterness turned to joy and fear turned to courage.
If you can move beyond the train wreck of the past
You’ll be blinded by this box’s future.
And though it’s still a little rough around the edges, some tarnish here and there….
It’s still a really fucking good box.
It’s still a perfectly good cardboard box.
Shiny silver duct tape is found in patches all around,
some pieces old and frayed, some picked at and rolled up only to expose a once sticky residue now covered in dirt and hair.
Some sore spots you can’t help but pick at.
The sides are worn a bit thin and it looks like a 5-year-old colored on it.
Let me convince you though, that it’s still a really good box.
It looks like it’s been run over and pieced back together
But you can see the effort made to “fix” it
This box is damaged, even though it hates that word.
Damaged but not irreparable.
If you can find the beauty in it, in all of it, it’s a really good box.
Outside is just a perfect collection of painful memories turned into merit badges.
Have I sold you yet?
If you look in this box, it’s plated with a precious metal that renders it priceless.
You’ll find words like good natured, loyal, and patience scribbled on the sides.
Loud singing, sometimes off key, can be heard trailing out.
A voracious amount of love is found in the heart of this box for the people who reside there.
Inside is sorrow turned to wisdom, bitterness turned to joy and fear turned to courage.
If you can move beyond the train wreck of the past
You’ll be blinded by this box’s future.
And though it’s still a little rough around the edges, some tarnish here and there….
It’s still a really fucking good box.