Getting as far away as I have from the days when I wrote this poem is one of the best things I've ever done. The road is long and it's rarely easy, but for me, it's been so worth it. Here's to the journey, wherever you may be on it.
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My Closet Wears Many Hats
Sometimes
you’re my magic trick –
Now
they see me, now they don’t.
I shut
myself in
And
spin myself around.
Cuffing
my hands behind my back,
I hold
my breath and tongue
As your
chamber fills with water,
And
then I disappear.
But you’re
a secret vanishing act,
Because
no one knows I’ve gone.
Sometimes
you’re my stronghold.
Wrapping
your walls around me,
I find
refuge within;
No
slight or suspicion
Can
pierce my defenses
When I
walk surrounded by your ramparts.
You
stand ever fast
When
the battering ram bears down
And I
rest safe in the knowledge
That
only I can fell you.
You’re
the fear of whispers at my back,
My
averted eyes, my fading voice.
You’re
the truths I brush away
And the
lies I die to tell.
I hope
you’ll one day be my chrysalis,
The
empty husk left behind
To show
that the me who emerges
Is a
brighter me
Than
the me who stepped inside.
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