@Ching13 30 August 2021

My closet

It is big and tall Looking at it I feel so small With two doors I open it wide That dark and silent place is where I hide Filled with hanging clothes I get inside feeling like a boss I bend my knees to start my dreams Counting 1,2,3 and it now begins. When I'm inside I feel free Imagining things I wanted to be I close my eyes and own the world Playing with my imagination I feel happy and bold I open my eyes and I slant to smile Telling myself, I feel alive That secret place where I used to be My dear closet, that's where I want to be.