Heavy Golden Box

A poem i wrote about myself.Don't consider it a lack of modesty:) I've just met too many people who questioned my value and betrayed my trust.That's about it:)

 

Heavy Golden Box

 

 

 

 

I'm just a girl

 

jailed inside a heavy golden box

I'm trapped under my beauty

I'm locked up with brightness

I'm caged in too much trust

 

 

And I'm alone

 

Jailed inside the heavy golden box

I seed love – harvest envy

I dig for beauty – receive hatred

I sow hope – get vengeance in return.

 

 

You are just "robots"

 

Caught inside your iron shells - so empty inside

You are prisoners of ugliness

You are tied up with wickedness

You are blinded by darkness.

 

 

So, you wantonly say

 

Without even trying to see

She is … cold as ice

… far as stars

… lonely like deserts

… unconquerable like islands

 

 

I know

 

There's no need of a mirror

I seem strong

I look invincible

I appear out of reach.

 

 

But no one knows

 

My golden box is very heavy

No one goes beyond my smile

No one looks behind my strength

No one tries to unlock my core.

 

 

 

 

 

And yet … somehow you know

 

I can be so many things

Now – a free bird

Then – a pure flower

Forever – a blinding ray

… a woman, a child, a human being.

 

 

But you are blind

 

You can't see me down here

Sighing like a hungry child

Craving for love

Calling for attention

Being in need of company

 

 

Sometimes

 

Infinitely deep inside the heavy golden box

… weakness dwells

… distrust grows

… loneliness lingers

… tears drip.

 

 

A mystery

 

That's what I am inside

Hidden by a golden box

Whipped with your hatred

Stifled by your envy

Deafened by your silence

Hurt by your malice.

 

 

"Robots"

 

You dreadful dehumanized fools

You hate my beauty

You envy my brightness

You crush my trust

You are all blinded by nothingness –

That's why you can't stand the mystery

          inside this heavy golden box.

Reviews

[None]

You really painstakingly wrote this with such perfection. I feel your pain and my hope is that you never let them steal your joy or make you hardened. Shine as the star that you are--regardless. It takes strength and courage to let your beauty shine and not care about their hate.
This is a fantastic poem (though sad) and I'm saving it in my favorites!

[Michael X]

Tiana, beautifully written in style, the heavy golden box, the idea of the box
being golden speaks metaphorically itself, in that, although things may appear to be perfect on the outside, whats on the inside is completely different as in not
all that glitters as gold is a treasure, the idea of trust being broken and having to

shell one's heart, in an identity that in essence has to appease circumstances,
also found in the opening stanza is the way the heart gives and gives as a
natural reaction, yet more often than not is taken advantage of, in sayin when trust

is given without concern, people tend to abuse such a trust, there is a depth to
this writing that pulls the reader further and further into the reches of its throes,
the imagery comes to life without saying, as the meaning in visual sense creates
a strong emotional impact, the opposition and balance center beautifully.
Take Care, Mike

Favorite stanza:


And yet … somehow you know

I can be so many things

Now – a free bird

Then – a pure flower

Forever – a blinding ray

… a woman, a child, a human being.

[Tamme]

I love the layout. I like formats in poetry, it seems more challenging. This evolved so nicely without effort on the reader's part. This was my favorite stanza:

I can be so many things

Now � a free bird

Then � a pure flower

Forever � a blinding ray

� a woman, a child, a human being.

[E. M. Murren]

What a wonderful work. Magnificently stated. You have a unique style or perhaps I should say variety of styles. There is an aura of Dylan to this ... the social criticism expressed with power. Bravo.

[The Outlaws' Song]

thank you all for reviewing my poem. I'm glad that so many of you enjoyed my writing.
your comments are highly appreciated.thank you

[Jenny Davis]

This is fantastic and what poetry is all about! Great self expression...women have such a heavy box to bear indeed...we are labelled wrongly almost always and stabbed in the back regularly in the name of the green eyed monster...not fair...but then we find some cool people who appreciate us for who we are...what a moment, right? I truly thought this was extraordinary :)

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

I really enjoyed this. Creative, well-thought out and powerful. Awesome write.

[Rain]

Another powerful, self revealing write. Very multi-talented. I once lived in a beautiful box. I built it with my own mind. No-one knew me, and I did not want them ,too. Inside my box I was safe. I could not be reached, nor could I reach. Then one day, when I was old and frail, I lit a match, and in it's flickering ilumination, discovered I was outside my beautiful box. Inside held all the beauty of life, inside was truth. All these years I wasted outside, thinking I was different. I laid my head upon my lovely and safe box, and died. Rain..

[Thanh]

i like alot. keep on write!!!1

[Anon]

excellent !