Truth - Where Happiness Hides

Towering boxes full of days

are hidden

by the lies you hold inside

your feelings.

They whisper louder

with each year that passes

sending your happiness

a reeling.

Alone, becomes the key

to your sanity,

yet burns a hole

in the palm of your heart.

You find yourself angry

at everything,

trapped,

as you linger

while your world

falls apart.

You have fallen asleep

inside the shadow

of loneliness

those towering boxes

provide.

Tip them over with the truth

resting inside you

and wake

where happiness hides.

Reviews

[Tom Lumsden]

I hurt with you in anger and pain by lies that whisper and in the refuge of your aloneness that only burns and in your anger your world falls apart. All this is hidden in"towering boxes full days" So with fresh evocative imagery you paint the dilemma. What is the solution? "Tip them over with the truth"we are advised.What is the truth? That is the perennial question.

The circle of the box image in the opening and closing is powerful. The parts (images) cohesively create a whole that make an artistic poem.
Thank you. When I the truth I will let you know!

Tom Lumsden

[Danielle]

Beautiful! I can honestly say I can totally relate to this.

[The Lone Wolf Prose]

Very poignant poem. I really do love the imagery and the metaphoric language you use throughout this poem; the boxes representing all that we hold inside of ourselves: memories, dreams, pain... It takes courage to knock the constraints off...to upset the "perfect lil boxes" we can construct for ourselves to have a semblance of control and order in our lives.

Great write

LW

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you LW :)

[Pax]

happiness hides... and it's a choice... sigh.... this is such a eye openner to anyone who seeks happiness in the wrong direction... Brilliant as always my friend...

[Melobldnfr]

Love the image you chose to accompany this wonderful, encouraging, piece of yours, Neva! Xo!

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Mel!

[Baby Ricochet]

Makes sense. Good poem......

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you BR :)

[Pragya Saxena]

Indeed a thousand boxes are emptied when we are alone... they make us rethink almost everything we did..
Really splendid work!

[Mark]

"Alone, becomes the key
to your sanity,
yet burns a hole
in the palm of your heart."

that speaks volumes to me. You get better and better every time I read you my dear! :)

[TL Boehm]

yes. sometimes we need to empty the boxes. Tip them over and let the light pour in. Well penned.

[Coyote Poetry]

Many holes in the heart and mind. I call them scars to remind us we had lived and tried. The poem description open the door to thoughts and question. Sometime we must lose the bad luggage and move on. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[MOON]

As usual great lines and imagery wake to a life passing by. Poignant !