Breaking the Closet Door

Banging, clawing, and yelling, in the dark

conner crying from what lies beind the closet door.

An infiltraion to the only safe haven that I have.

Tears of what could happen but a tiny voice of hope.

I get up and stand in front of the closet door.

I open it and hit with all the hatred, the light shows

the clawing marks that was made from being in the closet,

knowing I was my own enemy. Yelling from discples

talking of my stoning, however a whisper of love.

I walk out knowing what harshness awaits. All the hate

thrown at me now and not my closet door, but I still walk

proudly. Knowing I'm breaking down my closet door.