While peeking out from
the crack in the closet doorMy trembling fingers cover my mouthMy eyes wide with fearNot a sound - not a soundOh no, he's coming!Hide! Hide behind the closet doorIn my little corner, with my knees up to my chestMy little body curled into a ballThen, looking at the place
I've come to know as homeThe four small walls that imprison meBlocking me from all to seeThe cold, bare floorThe darkness that surrounds meThe crack in the closet doorThe chain's too high so it's hard for me to unlock the door and be free The crack in the closet door, teasing meThe gorilla mask upon the shelf, my watcherThere to make sure I stay in placeAlso it too high to reachSo there he stays glaring down at meHis eyes black, empty, scaring meYes, he's goneOpen now, open to reveal the lightThe only light I ever seeThe light that comes from
the crack in the closet doorNothing left to do but waitGuarded by the lightTender, loving light - my only friendGiving me hope, making me strong"Come in, come in light," I begThrough
the crack in the closet door"Soothe me with your caring touch," I say(Although who am I to know what a caring touch is?)So now, alone with the protection of the lightI sleep, sleepDrifting into a world outside the closet doorA world I will never see...For what could I see through a
crack in a closet door?
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way