the box was far too small

I have tried and failed to fit
All of me
How was I to know that I would one day grow wings?
I never saw how much strength
I actually had.
Until now.
When you met me
I was fragile and afraid.
I could not move
Backwards or
And you fell in love with this fragility.
You found a piece of a shattered self
And you made it yours.
You loved the idea that if put in a box
You could be sure
That I would
Or perhaps cowardice.
But how was I to know that
One day I
Would rise above
And sink into myself?
And find a desire to dance.
A desire to break
And now I see that not only
Is the box far too small
But so is your love.
You fell in love with an idea
And you made love to a fragment
Of me.
And now
I see the sides of the box
Falling over.
I am too big to be contained
Or consumed.
I am

Author: Iwalewa

Well, I've always had a passion for writing. I would describe myself as a feminist, a womanist and a humanist. Poetry is something I've developed a great passion for. Apart from that, I also spend time reading...although this might make me come about sounding like an introvert, I still like to think of myself as an extrovert! I love making new friends and meeting new people. I hope this blog allows others to share and enjoy my work and hopefully share their views and opinions about various issues :)

11 thoughts on “the box was far too small”

  1. Hajara, I feel humbled by your comments. Thank you so much for stopping by and taking time to read.
    Too often we as humans become engrossed in compartmentalizing each other, defining ourselves and those around us and thus “boxing” each other. It is so easy to do. However, it is such a grave mistake.

    Hope to read more from you!

  2. And I find your blog eventually! Yippee!!

    I love this bit. I see it as one of such moments when you are not so sure what you are about, and for that reason, you try to embrace what someone else thinks of you because they make you feel they got you all figured out… but then you realise, the you they see is not the you that you are. There’s a whole lot more to you, but they’re too myopic to see that.

    Once again, I am glad I found you! πŸ™‚

    1. Honestly, I cannot keep up with the name changes anymore lol! Please send me a personal message every time your name changes, so that I can know you are still here πŸ˜€ For the longest time I’ve been like, “where is this WOMAN!?” glad we have found each other (again)
      Thank you so much for stopping by and stumbling across “the box was far too small”.I lay awake one night and realized that I cannot even define myself, so why let anyone else do so? In my desire to make myself “accessible” I have had to redefine myself according to other peoples prepackaged definitions of who I should be. That is no way to live.

      1. Lool @ keeping up. Honestly Ms Aderonke, ‘m confused myself. But I assure you that ME has come to stay, by His Grace! Hahah πŸ˜€

        Yeah, thankful we found each other again. πŸ™‚

        You know I once read this Paulo Coehlo quote that reads something like ‘how can you be yourself, when you don’t even know who you are’ (can’t remember the actual words he used), and it just made so much sense to me. We are an evolving specie, and we’ll remain so to a very large extent until death because we learn and grow everyday, and change is really inevitable… so maybe one way to go around this is to stay open to the vulnerabilities of life and man, because otherwise, there’ll be too many surprises and disappointments.

        Eventually, we are who we are; it’s only we often times don’t know who ‘we’ is. Maybe someday, it’ll be clear. πŸ˜€

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