I was a gate I am no longer a gate The hinges went the rust settled in & I became part of an elaborate fence I am a fence
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I was a gate I am no longer a gate The hinges went the rust settled in & I became part of an elaborate fence I am a fence
resarf poetry 
I love this. What is the meaning behind it for you? I always love to hear where poets get their inspiration from…
~Reeanna Lynn
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I’m glad you like the poem. This isn’t a metaphor or analogy. It’s just about an old gate near me that is effectively now a fence. You can’t open it but it’s still there. Thanks for inquiring
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That is what I love about poetry. What you may not write as a metaphor could be one for someone else. Its a beautiful use of words–metaphor or not 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
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You’re most welcome
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