The Box

Lori Hernando Ride

In the beginning….

I believed I understood you,
but I only saw what I wanted to see –
a mottled reflection of me.

I built you a box
to share with
my dreams.

Inside those paper walls,
I danced to the illusion
that we were safe.

And as stormy years
deteriorated the box;
I blindly set to work,

patching every tear
with scraps of soured dreams,
spackled with delusion.

The box, poorly constructed
and badly repaired,
could no longer hold.

And when it was time to tear it down,
I realized I hadn’t built the box for you,
I had built it for me.

Lori Roa
May 2014


About Lori

Words are magic. And I am a believer.
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