the box

I am the duty fulfiller, you say?
How dare you typecast me in such a way.
You wait patiently. Predatorily watching.
For me to cease my kicking and squirming
Just long enough. A moment. A mere breath.
Pushing and prodding for my very soul's death.
Till at last, the final violent shove.
The reverberating collapse from above.
Enclosing me eternally, in this tight space
Trapping me in the proverbial case,
Built of rules and restrictions and roles.
Only to suffocate here, with my unrequited goals.
Gasping for both freedom and air.
No! I refuse to meet your expectations.
Myopic and limited as they are.
Claustrophobia was never my dream.
I am far greater than your vision of me.
I am unsuppressable fierceness,
Hidden behind this gentle reserve.
I am unbendable and steely strength,
Masked in an unpretentious humility.
I am impetuous and fiery passion
Without a worthwhile direction, just yet.
I was formed in the Image Of My God.
Elohim. Moshia. Yeshuah.
I was created for such greatness.
And you can never confine me.