I liked closets

I could hide away where no one would see me

safe inside a small space

my mind could fly far away

 

Then I was fine with closets

They kept me safe

my secrets locked away inside

only a few picking the lock or being allowed to peek inside

 

I started to hate closets

when people started to die in them

I knew it had happened all along

but now people I knew

 

I have become a master of my own closet

For some the door is wide open

Others, only see the light 

around the cracks

 

I am now understanding of closets

Sometimes they protect

sometimes they confine

and sometimes they are the safest place in the world