"the box"

I have never fit into the box

of yes or no,

of right or wrong;

they never filled me with enough of either

so I am always dimly lit,

the switch never completely one way or another-

I am a star in the process of exploding

and a flower who hasn’t quite bloomed,

I am a hybrid of roses and daffodils

and I am a planet part gas part rock;

one or the other just isn’t sufficient anymore,

one or the other doesn’t begin to fit.