Coming Out of the Closet

My closet was full
The clothes and other contents falling over one another

My closet was full
I couldn’t find what I wanted without everything toppling over

My closet was full
Most things inside were hidden in plain sight

My closet was full
It was giving me anxiety and sleepless nights

It was time
To get rid of the excess baggage

It was time
To hear the calling of the burdened one (s)

It was time
To reach out to one(s) tucked away in some corner

It was time
To let out those that hadn’t seen the light of day in ages

It was time
To come out of the closet for many

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This poem is written in response to text prompt number twelve in
The Poetry Marathon: “Closets are a big deal inside a house, but also metaphorically. One can be in the closet, or come out of it, for example, But they are also places of safety and joy for small children, or where a monster is lurking, depending on the small child, and/or time of day. There are very few poems about closets, but this is your chance to write one about the closet, metaphorical or physical or both.”

Note: This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023

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