stuck

Looking at the bushes and greenery around,

Wandering aimlessly from one stony path to the other;

Standing in the middle of the forest,

And I’m lost.

I always remembered bringing a compass,

But this time, I forgot.

And here I am, right in the middle of nowhere,

With no one to refer to for directions.

Anxiety creeps in and my mind turns chaotic.

What should I do now?

Sit and wait for assistance? Or seek a path out on my own?

Perhaps the latter would do me more good than harm.

Let’s just give it a try.

Running on the stony path with uneven surface,

Trip and fall for several times.

Nothing concrete is visible in my field of view.

There are so many obstacles, but still I believe it is the right path.

Finally I see a hut.

It is as though seeing a silver lining in a midst of darkness.

I knock on the door but no one answers.

Fine then, maybe I should just take a look inside.

For some clues.

When I search the house thoroughly,

Down there in the passage lays a wooden box.

My instinct tells me not to open it,

But curiosity gets better hold and so I unlock it.

And I feel myself being sucked inside out,

As if my soul is entering an endless black hole,

Leaving my body shell behind.

I hear a ‘click’ and the box is locked.

I’m stuck. In this dark, evil, manipulative box.

And I wonder who has the key to free me.