He goes to the wardrobe and slides open the door
He looks for the suit he wears in public
That suit that hides him and all his flaws
The suit that masks and protects
The suit that people recognise
The suit people expect
The suit that can keep questions unanswered
The suit that allows him to hide in corners
The suit that can entertain
The suit that keeps people at a distance
A distance that means they cannot see how threadbare it has become
How the seams are splitting, the tears on the motley fabric
But it isn't there
The hanger casts a familiar shadow
Against the back of the wardrobe
A beckoning silhouette
Narnia's winter beckons inside
Tears sit an eyelash away
Ready to freeze and blind his sight
He sees no hope of a giant lion
That will roar against the moonless night
And drive the clouds away with its wonderous breath
He steps inside and draws the door to
Outside a radio plays
Simon and Garfunkel
'Hello Darkness My Old Friend'.
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