The door opens as I shove another one in, mixed with happy times and sin. No particular order just a mangled mess. Hidden from all for no one to see, lost to the world except me.
Behind this door are my fears and my pain, my unaccomplished triumphs and my life’s stains.
Today I will face the skeletons for it is time we met, as I reach for the door with strength and no regret, to my surprise, it is I in the closet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.