Her Life Wasted

The door opens to a bright new scene,
The girl hesitates
And the door slams back into place.
She’s safe in her box that she made.
The door opens to a true love.
His face shines in the box like a radiant sun.
She hesitates and fails to reach out to him
And the door slams back into place.
She’s safe in her simple box that she made.
The door opens to the real world.
Materials and money flash before her eyes.
She’s intimidated and hesitates.
The real world tempts her some more,
She fails to answer.
The door slams firmly shut
And she’s safe within her little box,
Its dark corners comforting her like a longtime lover.
The door opens to family filled with love and honesty.
She reaches out,
But her box keeps her in.
She’s afraid to venture after all these years hiding.
She hesitates once again.
The family disappears and she’s alone,
In the dark that is her box.
Her box shrinks,
She’s too weak to keep the door closed.
She’s dying of old age,
Alone.
Her mental state becomes unstable;
She’s senile.
She doesn’t know the basics of life anymore
And she’s never experienced the joys of life.
There’s no one to hold her in her time of need.
She cries.
The door opens one last time to a shining face,
A savior in the time of chaos and confusion.
His arms reach in the box and try to pluck her out,
But it’s too late.
The box won’t let her go.
She’s safe within the box of her own making.
A dungeon where she’s chained in its dark crevices.
She dies alone.
Her life wasted.