The Open Box

The Open Box

 

A box sat in the closet,

Alone and forgotten.

Year after year, no one came for it,

Though its contents never rotted.

 

Holding on and keeping safe

All the beauty that was inside,

Hopeful it remained;

The open box did reside.

 

For it knew what it held

Even if no one knew it was there.

Inside was all it felt…

Every want, every care.

 

Dreams untold,

Needs needed met.

A heart crying to hold,

A soul needing rest.

 

Though tattered and torn on the outside,

The inside still hopes.

It glows in a stunning white

And only continues to grow.

 

It sits alone,

Awaiting a blessing to knock.

Refusing to close,

The open box.

Reviews

[Mehameha]

So true, Every item has dreams and a story attached to it. If we could only hear their voices, we would be amazed. Another great work. Enjoy your style.

[Melinda McQueen]

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[Coyote Poetry]

Some boxes are hard to open.
"Dreams untold,
Needs needed met.
A heart crying to hold,
A soul needing rest."
I liked the above lines. Most of us have hidden boxes. Locked up and put away. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for your visit. God bless.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Melinda.

[iamshadowine]

this is really amazing! well done
keep writing :D

[Melinda McQueen]

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[wordman]

and this open box sounds like a bible,full of love and hope
collecting dust

[Melinda McQueen]

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[GalaxyGhost]

I like how the box can hold whatever could be in there: secrets, dreams, souls, etc. I love the thought of this.

[Melinda McQueen]

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[Michael (Letters and Li..]

Wow, very nice poem Melinda. I really like the concept here. And the way you drew it out and presented it is really amazing. Just all around, a great piece of writing. Thank you for sharing :)

[Melinda McQueen]

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