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