Poem 3

I lay very still in a self made box,
Incapacitated by possibilities,
Restrained, overwhelmed.

I reinforce walls with nails of 'what ifs',
See the fall of the hammer
In my disembodied hand.

All that is needed to lift off the lid
Is to actually, physically
Lift off the lid.

But inside the box I lay very still,
My very own Hamlet,
Unable to act.