Locked in the Closet

Do you truly understand what it means to be locked away?

You see all my life, I have been stuck without even realizing it

It’d been fifteen years when I finally came to my senses and realized where I was

A closet full of clothing of various colors, red, indigo, green, blue, yellow, violet, orange

I was engulfed by a sense of pride and happiness

A sense of a new way to love, an acceptance of all

But who was I really?

I felt all these things but never did I know what it meant to me, my relation

I guess it decided before I could to love all, though all would not love me

So here I am with a chair under the knob…. When should I knock it down

                        How do I knock it down

 

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