12, Prompted:

 

A closet for me –

Age 12, 8, 14 and 3.

No hope,

No space to just “Be”.

 

Four walls,

Blocked doors,

A cocktail of norms;

No less than toxic…

 

But,

It is mine;

Changing with time,

To a space,

Full of memory.

 

Grow through the floor,

Break down the door and you’re free.

Older now,

I step out and leave it all

 

Behind me.