Pandora's Box

Pandora’s Box

It was given to me…

It was given to me in the moment of my creation.

Beautiful…gilded…when I touched it…

It seemed to move beneath my fingers.

But it would not open… it would not yield

To my desire…my desire to know

Its secrets locked inside.

What it carried, I did not know.

.. ..

I wanted to see…

To know what secrets lay inside,

But I was afraid… afraid of what

I might find, of what I might see.

But the box would not yield its mysteries to me.

.. ..

But it was not the box that needed to yield….

It was me……in that moment, my spirit let go….

And the box opened….

.. ..

Out of the box

came all of my deepest fears….

my hurts….

my disappointments…..

They hovered above me

like the blackest cloud…

I had been betrayed

by the beauty of the box.

But I looked into the box

deeper still…

and there it was…

one

small

light….

I held it in my hand….

and it began to grow brighter

My fear became strength….

My hurt became hope…

And my disappointments 

became my dreams.