She often contemplates
Of a distant life
One without strife
Curious of where she hide
When all is chaotic inside
She fears her safe space mimicks pandora’s box
It lies hidden beneath her surface
Unlike a treasure chest
Not meant to be discovered
For this space holds secrets
Most of which permeate
And she, unaware
Emerging,
Protected,
without a care
Not daring to question
who’s secrets live there
She abandons that space
A place
Within her, she fears
One of mystery
of forgotten years
She gazes beyond it’s contents
With aspirations of inner peace
Never to unleash
The savage beast
