5/10/2013 Metaphorical Writing

Yes, I know that another 24 hours has gone drunk and wasted into the sunset compared to all the could and shoulds ruminating in the unswept closets of my mind, but I am not ready yet. I have taken the bandage off the seamed red line of guilt for all those days gone drunk and wasted, and I have just said now, “I am not ready yet.”  It heals the injury and sweeps the closets gone dusty, and takes back my right to reach tomorrow with a choice, so I can ask the clear question of what do I need, as I walk from here through linear time with nonlinear me–one whistling at the other.


I'm interested in hearing people's ideas about metaphors and to post other people's metaphors as well as my own!

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