Walk In My Closet

[DancingBarefoot]

I've got to get out before
I misplace myself
In this closet of old skeletons - well,
Perhaps they're old skins that
I thought I'd shed for good.
I wear them
Even though they're not a fit -
Guess my mother still dresses me.
I want to be comfortable in the skin I'm in...
Somehow this box seems smaller than I remember.
Is it just me?
Can't spread my arms or wiggle my toes.
Time to find a new box,
With a walk-in closet,
And clothing I've sewn myself.


I thought I might include some kind of explanation for this one. It is a bit off, isn't it? Oh well, nevermind. Maybe later.

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**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**

**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**

 

[The Wanderer]

not off at all, this is a very clever poem

 

[DancingBarefoot]

Thanks guys. It was just really late when I wrote it and posted it. One of those things where I knew what I wanted to write about but had NO idea that's how it would come out.

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**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**

**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**

 

[Salome]

Originally posted by DancingBarefoot:
I wear them
Even though they're not a fit -
Guess my mother still dresses me.

I don't think this is a bit off at all
great poem

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Salome
Shake it, shake it, shake it