Once I had felt trapped in a box,
like a whale in a lake,
peering at the ceiling while I lay awake,
until my heart eventually stops.
For a character who did his all, I got no props,
nothing more in life at stake,
wanting to believe I was more than just a mistake,
almost like a lost, newborn fox.
Recently I decided to rid of this maze,
locking away the dreadful past,
electing myself to quit being a stray,
beginning to set my heart ablaze,
vulnerability and compassion blossoming at last,
for one day, I said, “hey.”