I think that metaphor may be an indication of unspeakable joy.
If metaphor shields people from the weight of their distress, it equally opens people to the weight of their rapture.
Metaphor may not really be self-expression. It might be an admission that, in fact, we can’t express ourselves. We just resort to speculating through something else.
We risk place
to abide.
Is there something that you can think of that, for you, is a beautiful place to hide, a beautiful place to be known?