Inside the closet

I search for something safe; somewhere I can hide away from the reality. It’s scary out there. Cold, raw and filled with hate. I search for the arms that promised me warmth and safeness; I look for the one who without a word, with just a look could say more than anyone ever said to me.

But I stand here, in the dark, in the cold… and it’s quite, because your eyes don’t say a word. Everything that is left is the shadow that once was me, alone, cold…

Poem by PandaHaren

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