Bolt Cutters, Pliers, Chainsaws

I have tried bolt cutters, pliers, chainsaws
No matter how hard I try it doesn't break

This lock the most important to people,
Sealing the chest most hidden from people,
But is most searched by helpful people,
Protected by the fear of people,
Used to forget most people, 

People protect possessions,
but they'd die defending this box

Do they die or do they succeed?
Is their success freedom or deliverance?
Which is which?

Does this dest contain gold or bronze?
Do they get first place or last?
Is it for my contentment or theirs?

This box holds no weight but is heavy,
This box everyone possesses but is ignored,
This box, important

As the realisation that,'force is fuel’
Surpasses any medication, liberating,
Force fractures functions of the mind
Reassuring reactions remedy.

Patience requires being a patient
Feeling helpless, hopeless
Can be the beginning
Or the end,
Can help turn to a new chapter
Or to the acknowledgements,
Can be an accomplishment
Or can feel incognisant

…

But no one talks about my locked box,
Hidden from the world's eyes
Or just the eyes of those who care,
It holds more than you know or will ever know,
Because the lock on my chest requires a key
No one is keen to search for 

A key I don't have

A key that is lost

A key just as hopeless
as bolt cutters, pliers, chainsaws.