The Corner of a Closet

The teenager sat in the corner of a closet

Reading their favorite sonnet.

A small lamp was lit, giving them the right amount of light,

To see the black printed words on the pages made of white.

*<v><v><v>*

This was their happy place.

The corner where they can come after a light and float into space.

The closet where harm can not reach the hum.

Where the stories and pungent smell diminishes the feeling of being numb.

*<v><v><v>*

They are forever safe.

Never to become a waif.

To forever read their favorite sonnet,

In their happy place, which was a closet.

Closet – Response

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