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Remember, when we were younger and we were scared of the monster in the closet? We never asked questions about it why it was there why the closet, of all places? we were too terrified But as we grew older some of us stopped being afraid because we knew it couldn’t hurt us why be scared of something that couldn’t hurt you? But some of us didn’t to some of us, the monster grew and it would attack us late at night Some of us weren’t afraid but later in life we confronted the monster again and all those years of work dwindled down the drain However, as we all grew we, at some point, accepted the monster sometimes welcoming it as a friend, someone to listen And as the days went by all of us growing older and finding ourselves, one day at a time, the monster disappeared It was like a weight off our chest we were sad it was gone, but happy all the same We could finally leave the confines of this place and breathe and laugh and smile maybe we were the monsters in the closet after all
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Closet Monsters
Remember, when we were younger and we were scared of the monster in the closet? We never asked questions about it why it was there why the closet, of all places? we were too terrified But as we grew older some of us stopped being afraid because we knew it couldn’t hurt us why be scared of something that couldn’t hurt you? But some of us didn’t to some of us, the monster grew and it would attack us late at night Some of us weren’t afraid but later in life we confronted the monster again and all those years of work dwindled down the drain However, as we all grew we, at some point, accepted the monster sometimes welcoming it as a friend, someone to listen And as the days went by all of us growing older and finding ourselves, one day at a time, the monster disappeared It was like a weight off our chest we were sad it was gone, but happy all the same We could finally leave the confines of this place and breathe and laugh and smile maybe we were the monsters in the closet after all
I decided to write this poem since both my friend and I are struggling with our sexuality. The monster symbolizes the burden of keeping it a secret. And at the end, when the monster disappears, it's because the person had finally came out of the closet. :)
BeccaIsLame
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
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