Behind the Closet Doors
Behind glassy caves
Truth begins to stir
asking for release;
relentless.
tap
I hold his hand
gripping it tighter as family and friends observe
silently
judging.
tap
I touch his body
the hair, the muscles, the shape
rough under my fingertips
alien, strange
wrong.
tap
He speaks of the future
a life together, marriage, a family
everyone’s dream.
It does not belong to me.
tap
Something’s wrong.
This is not my life.
What’s happening to me?
Who am I?
crack
She skips past, takes my hand
wearing my face with a stranger’s eyes,
laughing, smiling, beckoning me
I follow; my heart soars; I am weightless.
Wait
My happiness is shackled
trapped, snared, shaped by society
allowed only brief glimpses
of the forbidden fruit.
Each day wears down the closet door a little more.
Perhaps one day I will crawl through
triumphant
happy
me.
Truth begins to stir
asking for release;
relentless.
tap
I hold his hand
gripping it tighter as family and friends observe
silently
judging.
tap
I touch his body
the hair, the muscles, the shape
rough under my fingertips
alien, strange
wrong.
tap
He speaks of the future
a life together, marriage, a family
everyone’s dream.
It does not belong to me.
tap
Something’s wrong.
This is not my life.
What’s happening to me?
Who am I?
crack
She skips past, takes my hand
wearing my face with a stranger’s eyes,
laughing, smiling, beckoning me
I follow; my heart soars; I am weightless.
Wait
My happiness is shackled
trapped, snared, shaped by society
allowed only brief glimpses
of the forbidden fruit.
Each day wears down the closet door a little more.
Perhaps one day I will crawl through
triumphant
happy
me.
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Thought I'd try a different stylethe words in italics should start small and slowly grow larger, only I suck at coding so on here, they are the same size, sorry. Imaginations? :)