The Final Nail

The final nail,
You snarled.
Iron though wood,
You say I've sealed my fate.

This box may have been built for me,
And I know you meant to lay me down,
Never to escape.
But you have laid here with me for too long.

Warm and cold we've lost ourselves.
Your stone has melted around me.
The old words are blurring and disappearing,
Even you cannot recall what old truths they proclaimed.

You may hate me for bringing you out of the dark and cold.
And feel betrayed that I leapt from the box as it tipped over the edge.
Now that empty box lies splintered in the dust.
Only that last nail holding fast.

And I never want to be held,
By the truths in that final nail.