I am closet ghost
Transparent to some
Yet visible to others
I float from closet to closet
Trying to find one I can call home
I am a closet
My first is no longer my own
Truly it was daunting
Those dresses and bows were putrid
Though I hated parting with my beloved corduroy
I am closet ghost
The second closet is also gone
Vibrant patterns, now tattered
Awkward knee length shorts
and polka dotted socks messily folded away
I am a closet ghost
the third smells awfully like Hot Topic
acid washed jeans and bracelets
comparing of different shades of black
it was just a band t-shirt but it meant so much more
I am a closet ghost
my fourth closet is cozy
there's warmth in these sweaters
pockets to get lost in
fabrics that boost confidence
I am a closet ghost
I know each closet is temporary
they are constantly evolving
for now number four is one I can call home
I do not need to be afraid to come out
