I’m coming out of the closet,
escaping the restraints of normalcy
and joining the ideas in the center of the living room.
I’m swinging the opposite way the chains face,
cutting myself open for the vulnerability
of admitting I’m a writer.
I’m coming out of the closet,
escaping the restraints of normalcy
and joining the ideas in the center of the living room.
I’m swinging the opposite way the chains face,
cutting myself open for the vulnerability
of admitting I’m a writer.