Creativity trapped in a box
Sitting alone
Dying day by day
It started out colorfully
With beautiful creations
Worlds created in my mind
The worlds are still there
And so is the beauty
But there is also the Box
It began as fear
Ideas were rejected
And so the first wall formed
Shyness added the next two
That fear just grew
Until the ideas were cramped
Three were added soon after
As wounded pride took over
Good ideas seen as bad hurt
By then the ideas were trapped
With just one outlet
And that outlet grew smaller and smaller
And now that creativity is still trapped
Stuck in that little box
Growing more beautiful day by day
But it will still remain in that box
Hidden to the world
Until the courage is found to destroy the fear