• Closure is a noose, I’m finding now.
    I am breaking loose and crying out.
    It fits like a tragedy.
    In the mirror I can see..
    My feet are light, as a dancer’s are..
    Present now amongst the stars.
    Just inches beyond the cold, hard concrete
    Of your twisted middle ground.
    Tighter is this closure..
    For I am ready now.
    Growing distant, is this music-
    My slow and somber song.
    I am finding my place,
    For once I did not belong…
    Yes, Mirror, Mirror, I can see..
    This noose fits like a tragedy.