My Box Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
When life has you stuck in one place, it's okay to be brave and conquer your fears.

Submitted: June 20, 2017

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My Box Room

I am in a box room. Although I'm in a box, I can still touch the sky. I can touch my toes and feel the air coming through the edge. I can peak from the inside and see thousands of shoes. I can close my eyes and hear the sirens and cars honking at each other as if it's a different language. I can feel the heat rising as the sun gets higher and feel the cold grounding as I get sleepy. I can catch myself daydreaming of a circus or a lollypop in my hand. I can almost open my box with my feet, but then I get scared. What if they see me and look at the way I live. What if their shoes stop walking and stand still. What if I can't open my box. I remember that I don't know much, but I do know that I am here. I know that I can do anything when I dream. I know that I can walk and run. I know that I can say hello. I know that I can't wait any longer. When I open my box, I see faces, faces that I haven't seen before. Even though I do not recognize any of them, I know their shoes. I see what I know and its the way they walk. The way their shoes click and stomp. The way they skip over a crack. This makes me feel better, because I know. I know that I can stand up and tread beside them. I am in a big room now and I can still touch the sky.


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