the closet

In the quiet corners of a seemingly ordinary room, behind the closed doors of a meticulously organized closet, lies the hidden world of a young soul grappling with his identity.

But this closet is more than just a physical hideaway; it's a metaphorical chamber holding a secret too tender and too potent to be revealed just yet. It's the story of a queer boy, standing on the threshold of self-acceptance and revelation, caught in the delicate balance between the safety of concealment and the liberating, yet intimidating, prospect of coming out. His heart harbors a love unspoken, feelings unshared, not because they lack validity or passion, but because the world outside hasn't felt safe or ready to embrace him in his entirety.

Here you go:

In my closet, I find my peace,

A place to hide, a sweet release.

Clothes and shoes, all neatly stacked,

A world of fashion, ready to be unpacked.

But in this haven, I am not alone,

For buried deep, lies a secret unknown.

A truth I hide, a love I keep,

Afraid to share, afraid to leap.

Yet in my closet, I find my strength,

A place to dream, a future at length.

One day I'll break free, and come out to see,

The world that awaits, the true me.