This wee box
Fragile, frightened
Fraught with fear
In this wee box
Sealed in tears
Each beat a breath
A silent tremble
Timorous, terrible
All hope assembled
No sharp words
Or cutting thought
Nor violent mood
Lest be absorbed
Its weakened pulse
That strives, with strife
To stay alive
Hold fast to life
With glue and thread
It holds together
But strains at seam
No longer tethered
The box is small
Its sides compress
Compound sensation
Stay egress.