- Locked up in my closet, where it’s dark and dim;
- There’s no way to get out—monsters keep me in:
- The monsters of rejection, eviction on a whim
- The monsters of religion, family, and kin.
- Then a sunbeam slithers underneath the door
- Eyes begin adjusting—I can finally see.
- Suddenly I realize there is something more
- Turning the cold doorknob, ready to be me.
