Tweed

When I was a younger

This box was just my size

But as I’ve grown

I feel this box 

Has shrunk around me

And so I must

Push these limits

If I ever

Wish to be free

The air is tight

These metal walls

Cold

And rigid 

Not wanting 

To allow me 

Room to grow

Or change

The corners are distinct

Cannot be skipped 

Cut

Or lost

I see only

What this box

Wishes me to see

And I become slowly

What this box

Wishes me to be

-jjt