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Suffocation Behind Closed Doors
Behind these closed, thick mahogany doors is the unspeakable.
Etched with scratches from fatigue fingernails.
Filled with screams of pain.
Soaked with tears heavier than many years of rain.
But, no, silence is key.
As I am not allowed to share my belief.
Just a small crack will do.
I just want to breathe again.
The doors just keep smothering my voice.
Drowning and washing out my choice.
I am afraid.
At times, I hate what I am.
Shut me in,
Shut me out.
After all, I am a human clam.
Glue my shell tight.
I fear sharing what I might feel is right.
Banging violently against the doors.
My fists cannot take it anymore.
Fingernails digging intensely into my palms.
Crescent moons temporarily engraved.
What am I afraid of the most?
Myself?
Or how others would take me?
Is it too much to ask for a peek?
A glance?
Just a small shed of light is enough.
I am too weak and needy in this stance.
-Snow that Flutters down like Feathers

Note: Hello my readers, happy LGBTQ Pride Month! Have a happy and safe one. This is my poem in celebration of it. Happy Reading. <3