The pursuit of truth has shattered barriers I never dreamt would be broken.
From my closet I stare and yearn for a life I’ve begun to have hope in.
Disclosure to some results in comments like “HA! you’ve got to be jokin.
But now this towel I hold in my hand called fear, it’s time for it to be thrown in.
I absorb the courage around me, unlock the doors that sorround me, and begin to push the open.
I’ve taken the first step expecting to see fires, but nothing seems to be smokin.
Fear of rejection still lingers, but all I see are the fingers from the arms that are held wide open.
They are calming my fears, drying my tears, and reminding me that my life is something to have hope in.
This is one of the poems I wrote shortly after I came out of the closet and experienced an ambrace I never dreamt possible. For years I thought I would become even more of a societal reject, but that has never been more false. I have been more welcomed since comming out than I have ever been in my entire life. I don’t think I would have ever found the courage to do it on my own. So I encourage those who are still in the closet to find someone they are close to, and has an open mind, then disclose to them. The liberation I have felt since that first moment definitely outweighs the fear leading up to it.
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