Years of searching
for a way to open
this stupid box of mine.
Years of torment, for what?
What wasn’t I seeing?
No lock in sight…
but it was never locked
to begin with, was it?
No, the box was the key.
How did I miss that?
All this time,
and the key was here,
right in front of me…
and I think I know where it fits.
so why is the thought
of reaching out for it
suddenly so t e r r i f y i n g
Tyler DeWriter 