Glass box
I whispered to the being
I cannot see but feel
you cannot enter on me again
the way you freely used to be

Glass box
I can feel again your tentacles
holding me close to your chest
I sigh and let you be
let you come closer to me

But No, I should say Glass box
My magic word that let you Not be
that keeps me safe, away from you and him
and anyone who dared
come close to my being

Glass box
I am safe and secure
away from anyone’s conundrum
from the world’s hate and love
I am safe and sound inside my glass box

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In response to #FWF Free Write Friday –Prompt: “An entire sea of water can’t sink a ship unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly the negativity of the world can’t put you down unless you allow it to get inside you.”

P.S. The term Glass box and its connotation is inspired by a blog I once read.  Apologies if I didn’t give proper credits, I forgot the blog name.