my little box

My little Box full of gold
Will carry me far and last throughout my life
But doesn't bring warmth to the cold
That only friends and family can provide.

My little Box of dreams
To give me purpose and strife,
To give me the means
To carry on with life.

My little Box full of hope
It's just on top
It helps me cope
With not being a sad sop.

My little Box of life
Torn and frayed on the outside
Tied shut with a fragile string and guarded with a knife
On the inside...

My little Box of love
How small are you?
I guess for my cold heart you're small enough
And still brand new.

My little Box of knowledge
Stretch and stretch forever.
I won't let it fall off the ledge
Nor let it sever.

My little Box of darkness
I'm always lost in you.
Without you I would have no means to run from this mess
Life pushes me to.

And there,
My last, most cherished Box...

My little Box of personality
Unlike the others you are unlocked
For the world to see
And not to mock.

But wait.....
In this room full of boxes,
On the other side
Are many others.

Dusty from months and years of neglect,
My Box of religion, tightly sealed
My Box of strength, just in front of it
My Box of joy is the one I open next
To see inside what I have sealed...