stuck inside a square box
tumbling, rolling, out of control
hard the sides that are hit
objects whirling all around
suddenness, unexpected, chaos
yet it sits at home in the soul
sharpened, pointing, taunting
they are out for blood, hunting
weary the heart they aim for
a heart fighting to thrive
it's tools and weapons scatter
will the soul find them
find release from the box
Written November 2023