The Shut Chest
Have you ever seen a shut chest?
A chest, shut by weak, half-torn straps;
Straps, striving to keep shut the chest,
Yet threatening, all the time, to lose their integrity.
What good is a shut chest? What can it contain, give out?
Can it receive new things? Can it distribute its old?
No. Such a chest can only be stepped on:
Others can use it to see greater heights,
Its self can see none.
The straps weaken by the day;
Yet their pressure never eases.
Can the chest break free?
Throw open all doors, add meaning to its being?
Explore what it really is, and what it can be?
No. Never! For then the poor straps are ripped apart.
And, after all, they are a part of its being.
A chest, shut by weak, half-torn straps;
Straps, striving to keep shut the chest,
Yet threatening, all the time, to lose their integrity.
What good is a shut chest? What can it contain, give out?
Can it receive new things? Can it distribute its old?
No. Such a chest can only be stepped on:
Others can use it to see greater heights,
Its self can see none.
The straps weaken by the day;
Yet their pressure never eases.
Can the chest break free?
Throw open all doors, add meaning to its being?
Explore what it really is, and what it can be?
No. Never! For then the poor straps are ripped apart.
And, after all, they are a part of its being.
posted by Dhruv at 1:22 pm
3 Comments:
Finally! Something new.. keep up the good work!
The question that we - non-psychology plebians - must ask, I guess, is who or what is the Chest? We'll come to the straps when that is answered...
a lucid accnt indeed very metaphorical.....though could have been a lil less hard on the SHUT Chest.....but indeed a delight to read....
Absolutely brilliant, the poem!
Somehow... makes great sense now!!!
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