Outside the Box – Poem by Mrs. Afreen, Class teacher XIB

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Being inside the box

was comfortable –

warm and cosy.

We curled up

with cushions of routine,

wadded with words,

blanketed by books,

swaddled in certainties.

A bit stuffy perhaps,

and we sometimes felt cramped,

but never mind,

we were so used to it

that it felt normal –

and, as I said,

comfortable.

Out here we are exposed,

and cold winds blow.

We need to hold on tight,

keep our eyes open

for sudden snow squalls,

hidden crevasses.

It’s a precarious existence now –

but here we can move and breathe,

see clear to the far horizon.

And if we come to a cliff,

we know we can step off it

into empty air,

trusting it to bear us up.

We have no fear

of

falling

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