My Box

I need my quiet time every morn
Though some days it gets lost in the race
That’s when sunsets become more crucial
Regardless of the place
Another sunset, an evening ritual
As one more day fades away
No matter what continent I may be on
My attitude toward it is never blasé
 

Whether on the beach or high in the mountains
I intend to climb out of my hole
This serenity allows me to confront
The demons in my soul
So I sit alone with my box of horrors
Allowing reality to wash over me
Not always the most comfortable feeling
But today it is a necessity
 

Bracing myself I open that box
With all the hideousness no one can see
That most days I can’t even face alone
Praying God, indeed, stands beside me
Evil spirits of guilt and anger
Along with regret in a box lined in pain
Why do I keep them locked away?
They are not treasures but binding chains
 

Dumping it out lightens my load
But still there is the lining of pain
It doesn’t ever go away
So under lock and key it will remain
Time is limited before nature closes
It’s lid on another day
And darkness again swirls around me
Before I can make sense of my sad foray