“It’s okay”, I said
Mom said, “it’s okay”
Dad said, “no way”
I don’t know what to do anymore
It’s nice and dark in here
The safe smell of detergent
Through the slits in the door some rays of lights come in
Making me believe that there is some hope for when I come out
Coming out?
That’s a thing?
But I like it here
No one knows…
It’s okay I tell myself
This isn’t who I am
Maybe I can change
Yeah.
I’ll change.
Be the son that Dads wants
I’ll be him
But..
I’m not
I can’t
I’m sorry
A shadow blocks out the little light that comes in
“Who’s there?” I whisper
No answer
The hole slowly opens
“Who’s there?” I said more forcefully
No answer
I start to climb out
Fear
Excitement
What’s out there?
“Hope. Acceptance.” A voice says
I’ll be okay.
