Ben.. now this is what I'm talking about (lol) I totally get this and though I am petrified of the dark for reasons not many people understand it brings a much better comfort than having to open up the curtains, the door and even ourselves to the world and people around us or even better than having to go out and face the stupidity of the world we now live in.. social anxiety (well any anxiety) is a beeeeeeeep!!
Instantly added to my favorites. If no one nominates this tomorrow before i can i will.
Holy crap Ben. The metaphor is perfect here. Love the title so much because it could mean so many things. You don't really know until you read the poem itself. In my mind it could be the world, or the title could mean through the eyes of a child talking about the place they live, depression etc. Then you get to the poem..
And to me you are talking about the world outside metaphorically. There is not a lot of imagery per se, but me being me i can see someone who is living with anxiety and or depression closing the curtains and feel that sigh of relief wash through their body. It really is a great metaphor because the world we live in now is very dark. And we all have to protect ourselves and be our own light.
Judging comments: I love that the writer used the tragic emotion - so many people would love the light to come in, but he understands the only way it can happen is through transparency, vulnerable, openness that one isn't exactly ready for or comfortable in. Beautiful little piece of poetry that made me think. Well done!
JUDGES COMMENT: Here we have one of many poems nominated of Ben's this week and for me this stood out more than his others because not many short pieces especially this exceptional get much praise (if memory serves me right) and this one like many of Ben's pieces felt like I could have written it myself because it's too relatable and his mood always seems to mirror mine and many others on this site. I do believe this piece says alot in the three lines (four with the title) allocated to the form. Depression has a way of making us feel all alone in a group of loved ones yet makes us happy when we are actually alone and able to shut out the word just as this piece suggests.