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The Closet

Living in a dark closet
I opened the door letting
sunlight break shadows.

No wonder I felt so cramped
my soul, my happiness was living where my shirts,pants
and jackets dwell, the closet
is their home, my soul should not be on a hanger
and it should not need an ironing board and spray-n-starch.

So I came out of the closet
enjoy my spotlight the sunshine
I am me and I am free at last.

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  • Fritz O skennick gold member
    August 31

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    Great stuff!!!

    CONGRATULATIONS!!!
    Great use of metaphor & allegory that tells your tale with pride & freedom...
    Impressive as always...
    Keep up the good work...
    Well done!!!


  • just mercedes gold member
    March 4
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    Nice extended metaphor for life. I'm glad the door is open now!


  • quantumsurveyor
    March 2

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    Is there another message here I wonder? I liked the ideas and the balance achieved. A thought: should "sun light" be "sunlight"? And, I guess "wounder" is "wonder". On the shape and the way the lines are set in the middle verse, I would suggest a better - or at least a different - read would be:

    No wonder I felt so cramped,
    my soul, my happiness,
    was living where my shirts, pants
    and jackets dwell,
    the closet is their home,
    my soul should not be on a hanger
    and it should not need
    an ironing board and spray-n-starch

    I find that last line about the starch quite creased me up - to keep the imagery going. Thank you.