I’m building a box
To contain the pieces
Of a fleshy organ
Who dreamed of a way
Outside the cage of bone
Nature built to protect it

The prison was pounded
With unmatched persistence
Until hope’s cruelty
Pushed the fleshy organ to fall
Faster and farther than ever before
So that the seven pounds of muscle
Shattered beneath the strain

I’m building a box
To hold the pieces
Of my battered heart
Until I’m ready
To dream beyond
What I have before me today