They put you in a box.
This is how you’re supposed to be. This is what you’re supposed do. This is how you’re supposed to feel. This is where you belong.
They put you in a box.
Yet the box does not fit. And as it does not fit it hammers in. It squeezes in. It hurts.
It leaves you broken. Broken inside.
Yet you cannot appear that way, you cannot show it. For if you cry out, they will mock you for being weak. If you cry out, they will reprimand you for not learning your place. If you cry out they will eventually stop paying attention. It’s typical of you. It’s what they expect of your sort. Your kind.
So there’s the pain and the bewildering sense of why do you have to be this way. Why do you have to live this way? Is this all there is to life?
You’re lost and broken. You’re hoarse for all the crying inside. You’re lost with no one to guide you.
That’s not for lack of options. So many gurus, so many rabbis, so many priests, so many life coaches, so many teachers, so many pastors. So much of it is the blind leading the blind. So much of it is stumbling and fumbling in the dark. No light in sight. No one to hear your cry. All they do is …
They put you in a box.
Maybe this is all there is to this thing called life.
Maybe it’s just all well conditioned, well manicured, well maintained rolling around being lost and broken.
Then well it’s all said and done, when your time is done, what will they do with what remains of you?
They put you in a box.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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