The Closet

...is a warm comfortable place.
I have immense respect for those that decide to come out of it.

Ribbons of grief look merry under the cuffs of these creased shirts,
The dresses smeared with perfume and memories of grandeur under today's kohl lined smudgy eyes hang with dignity.

The thoughts of skeletons being around here next to me is real scary.
I don't see any skeletons, just pillowcases and extra sheets smelling of clean, fresh linen. Scarves & ties making streamers cascading down hues and patterns, celebrating in their own right. Threatening to fall on my head are the summer skirts, feeling detached and unwanted. The array of purses and bags screaming out for some attention, my tote literally stretching out to touch my ankles...

What is it that finally makes someone want to leave the comfort of the closet and come out?

I am yet to understand...perhaps a higher realization that the world is your closet.
Or maybe 'the closet' is not even a physical location but a virtual sector perhaps in some part of your mind.

Whatever it maybe, it is a warm, secure place.
I love being a closet patriot.