What have you let out of the box on this day?
Love, words, smiles, songs, parts of yourself that stay hidden
For the other 364?
Is it the space, the time, the love, the breath… or the wine
That let you be you, out of your box?
Or has the bow remained tied?
The wrapping uncrumpled?
The mask firmly fixed?
If so, fear not
Tomorrow is another day.
Gloves on
Shoes off
And back into the ring
For another round
In the battle for you.
lenabellina 