I'm a Narnian, amongst the cardigans.

your material deposits, in the closet.

I liked it there, it's hard to explain, I can't complain,

for the people I met along the way, I could have stayed.

But my mind, alive with thoughts, of what I ought to say.

my wooden fort, uninvadeable, inescapeable.

I'm unbreakeable.

I had to leave, it was hard to believe.

It wasn't clear, took almost a year, floods of tears.

Now I'm here.

A former Narnian, no more cardigains.

Out of the closet