No tin file box am I; organised chaos doth better me define
I was once a boxed ballerina but now I spin to my own tune
A treasure chest of dreams was I, but then shipwrecked in fate's blue lagoon
No chic hat box am I; just plain and simple with a smudge of refine
I was once a wine crate full of fizz that later turned to mellow merlot
A matchbox I've been known to be, when passion's fuel struck me so
No safety deposit box am I... I do not worship all that shines
I was once akin to Pandora's box but forgiveness set me free
A trinket box filled with memories am I, as love hath been my key
© Debbie Razey 2014
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