THE CLOSET

I’m coming out of the closet,

I don’t care what they say.

I’m coming out of the closet,

At long last, today is the day.

I’ll be called names, I’ll be avoided,

But that’s a price I must pay.

I’ll be scoffed, and I’ll be mocked,

But don’t ask me to change--there’s no way!

I’m coming out of the closet,

A different life to begin.

I can’t choke now; I must tell the world:

I’M A CHRISTIAN; I’m giving up sin.

I’m going to clean out my closet;

Those skeletons cannot stay;

And if I go back in a closet,

It will only be to pray.

Becky Overturf Wall

Contemplations