I can picture Myself in that lovely truthful poetry of yours.
I bet I can fit in that shoe irrespective of the size. Cause even I know what pain is.
I do find solace in this. And a kinship. Such a brave poem. Despite what some may say, I think stolen childhoods cannot be recovered. Painful, but delicate writing.
I'm sorry he's afraid to come out SB. Maybe he will be ready someday when the time, place and setting is right....and with someone he feels safe with. He's a part of who you are! Gentle hug....:-)