The Closet
"Don't be a bother",
"Don't trouble",
Don't ride
That rollercoaster of feelings
That holds you aside;
A side of yourself,
That self you will hide,
Both inside and out,
Leaving out the inside.
Back in the closet
With the skeletons, see?
The ones with the backbone
That nobody sees.
It's under the skin,
Like a ribbing or dig
To the corpse
In the grave,
Something meant to keep hid.
But the closet's for clothes,
For things to be you,
And your share of the closet
Is you given to view;
To be you, unbothered
Unbothering, see?
To see you is backbone
The skeleton free.
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▾ This Poem's Voice
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Personal identity struggle with philosophical undertones about authenticity.
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple interconnected ideas: suppression, hiding, skeleton metaphors, liberation.
DarkSentimentBright
Negative framework (hiding, closets, graves) shifting toward hopeful liberation.
StillEnergyExplosive
Repetitive imperatives and varied syntax create moderate urgency and movement.
MicroLengthEpic
28 lines; falls within 16-30 range.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Rich metaphors: closet, skeleton, ribbing, corpse, backbone; sustained throughout.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric internal voice addressing reader/self; intimate and confessional.
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