LABYRINTH OF METAPHORS (by a patient)

LABYRINTH OF METAPHORS

I used to climb into a box---

Seal it shut, nail down the lid.

My coffin was my safe cave;

I didn't die there.

I couldn't breathe.

It was dark.

Nobody could hear

My kicks and screams.

I could have died there.

But I talked to a shrink.

He said to come out;

It was safe now.

I took a little peek,

Didn't see any ghosts---

At first.

They came out too and scared me.

Then there was the glass jar

And the bell-jar;

I was surrounded

With mirrors.

It's like fighting your way

Out of a paper bag.

But I didn't come up

With that metaphor yet.

He did.

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