In The Closet

Sometimes I wish I could find a very dark closet
Or a very deep hole and hide
Once as a child, I got locked in my closet
I was so afraid
Later as a teen, I found refuge within its darkness
I was not happy but I was content

It was the daylight that rattled my senses
And jarred my soul
Poor little lost child
At least that’s what I thought they would say
They never did
Instead they stepped on me
So I found a very dark closet and I hid
Quick as a flash I pulled the door shut tight
And the world went on without me
I was not happy but I was content

Adulthood came
And with it too many people wanting too much
I could never manage for very long
Without going back into the closet
The days got longer and harder to bear
Time crawled
and so did the tears down my cheeks
That did not stop the beatings
Or the pain
Or the anger
But mostly the pain
I was almost lost in it until I realized
That there was a solution
It came to me in a dream
It was a very deep hole
And on the tombstone was my name
I was not happy but I was content.

Author's Note: I did not remember when this was written but I do know that this piece is at least twenty years old.