This box
That you find yourself in,
Is much like a pool –
It gives you a sense
Of what might be,
The possibilities –
But it is confined,
It is not open;
Just like a pool
Is not the ocean.

You stand at the edge,
Held back by your fears,
You fear that you’ll drown
In your own tears,
Before the currents get you,
It is better to be hedged
By these walls of fear,
That you almost hold dear.

So you tell yourself,
That you are just fine
Staying in your box,
Swimming in your pool,
Not for you the open,
Not for you the ocean.

Your deep sighs
Are but signs
Of your turmoil,
Your blanket’s a heap
On the unswept floor,
Every morning;
You have tossed and turned,
On more nights
Than you can count,
Your heart beats wild,
As if to chide
Your reluctance,
To take the plunge,
And make friends
With your deepest fears,
To swim out into the expanse
Of the welcoming ocean,
To step out of the box
Into the open.

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