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The closet
It’s dark in here.
The floor is cold on my derriere,
As I hide in the back of my closet.
No one to talk too,
No one to confide in.
All these skeletons are starting to scare me.
So many secrets I’m longing to share.
But some of my secrets would hurt or scare away the people that I love.
Holding them back for so many years,
Like a dam.
Only my dam is beginning to breach.
Secrets buried within me,
That I just don’t want to keep.
I don’t want to keep from my sister and the people that I work with.
But seeing their response to other around that are like me,
Makes me see that staying where I am would be the best for now.
I’ll just sit here,
On this hard, cold floor,
Biding my time.
