Coming Out of the Closet
I’ve been hiding in a place so dark
The place; a closet bearing shame’s mark
Has been my prison and hiding place
It’s trapped me like a winding maze
The darkness is thick and tangible
The shame is painfully palpable
The darkness of shame is like a fog
A fog that clouds a gloomy bog
One day, I heard God’s voice calling me
‘Why remain trapped when I’ve set you free?
Now, open the closet, do not fear
There’s no need to fear for I’m right here’
I pushed open the closet of shame
Took one step forward and out I came
I glanced back at what held me captive
I’ve been given a new life to live
‘Look, but do not return to your past
I’ve given you freedom that will last
Forever and for eternity
Your shame I’ve vanquished on the Tree’
The freedom felt too good to be true
Is this true? I didn’t have a clue
Am I really free? How could this be?
My heart was filled with uncertainty
‘Take my hand now, I’ll show you the way’
His kind voice compelled me to obey
He guided me with steps to follow
He told me to look through the window
I peered through the window in the room
I saw beautiful flowers in bloom
The garden had a beauty so rare
‘Are you now ready to set foot there?’
My yearning eyes gazed at the fountain
Right in the centre of the garden
Despite my longing, I felt great fear
‘There’s no need to fear for I’m right here’
‘I’ve never left this room; I’m afraid
So afraid of getting hurt,’ I said
‘You’ve been hurt deeply; now that is true
Look at my hands that were pierced for you’
‘My hands I’m now extending to you
Hold them and let us start things anew
My nail-scarred hands will heal those memories
In my arms, you’ll find strength and safety’
Copyright © Joanne Liaw | Year Posted 2017
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