Closet of Confession
A dusty, hand written note.
Collecting. Sitting. Waiting.
Sealed closed no longer.
Opened with such care.
Thought.
Freedom?
Shrieks of happiness.
Acceptance at last.
The joy. Jubilation.
Face flooded with fulfillment.
Euphoria.
Relief.
Not the same with all.
Disgusted looks thrown.
Identity changed. Expressed.
Trumours tossed.
Restrained.
Shocked.
How would it feel?
Satisfaction. Positive reactions.
Every time. Always.
Nothing to dread.
Respect.
Love.
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