CLOSET

closet BY THEODORE DEMATATIS ‘24

i sit here in my prison of comfort a prison where i hold all the keys surrounded by bars keeping me hidden chains keeping me from being free

this prison cell, a precious sand castle carefully sculpted to protect its lonely king yet the sand is fragile and weak a prolonged residence is a dangerous thing

or maybe it’s a caterpillar in its cocoon eagerly waiting for its time to fly hoping that it leaves on its own terms unapologetically rainbow wings in the sky

a prison, lonely king, or butterfly illustrate this feeling, no doubt but i sit in this closet, a closet of comfort waiting for the day courage will let me out