Out of the Box

<p><strong> </strong> Where do I begin? Even today as I look back over my life I cannot pinpoint an exact day when I got trapped in the box or the day I realized I was trapped nor what box was it-number one five seven-I hadn't started counting. Somehow I found myself going from box to box-whether I stepped in jumped in stumbled in or was shoved in I was there-in darkness feeling alone sad angry and guilty. I was unsure of what I could have done differently what I should have said done revealed or exposed. There were moments when I knew I was no longer myself but a robot some fabrication of what I used to be or at least what I knew in my heart I truly was. I acted on the commands I heard from outside of myself most times unaware of where those sounds originated and why I heard them and why they were so faint and difficult to really comprehend. I think the boxes gradually surrounded me little by little and before I knew it I was crying before the Lord Please help me; I can't stand it anymore I want out! I loved I hated I regretted I learned I grew.</p>