Closets Poem by Maya Reid

You have secrets
We all do
We all keep secrets from ourselves
And bear our own unspeakable burdens
We all have truths
That we dare not even whisper to ourselves
For fear that they may be true
We all have actions
That can only be done in the shadows
But be careful
Fear even these actions
That are done in the deepest of darknesses
Will eventually be brought to light
You can lie to the world forever
But can only lie to yourself for so long
The closet is the perfect place to hide
But each lie
Pushes you farther away from the world
From the people that love you
Yes, they are there
No matter what you think
Each secret
Builds up a painful pressure
A gnawing ache in the pit of your stomach
Burning tears that fall for no reason
And eventually
The closet door will burst open
And reveal you
Hiding there
Cowardly
And, mind you well,
There are many closets
In which we hide from reality
Which is,
At times,
Cold and cruel,
But is always beautiful
Beauty has many faces
There are many closets
And each of us has at least one
Have you opened yours?
Do you stand proud?
Or a you still a coward,
Hiding?
Have you met life today?