There is a box, a secret chest
Where parts of me are laid to rest
Where none will find my secrets kept
Those which unlock my hidden depths

If I were brave enough to free
Those elements which make up me
Then you might find a different girl
Than who's presented to the world.

I'm all grown up now, time to find it
Those pieces which I hid so kindly
When society said that I should blindly
Wrap myself up in their binding.

It's been a while, that box is dusty
And more than likely hinges rusty
Where did I put it, my mind is fuzzy
Can't put a finger on what is puzzling.

Me

Now I write in hopes to find
Those pieces I have lost in time
Those pieces which I know are me
So I can truly become free.

-H.M. Braverman

Written for #Wattpadpoetry2018 - #Julyisfree

Photo by Brandi Redd