Inspired by a poem written for me by my lover.
Sometimes its hard to understand but… that’s okay.
Sometimes its really hard to know if I’m on the right track.
With the things I do, the people I see, what I prioritise.
Sometimes its really hard to understand and contemplate who is around me forever or if I will.
Sometimes it really hard to look deep within my insides and change the things
that need changing or if everyone’s opinion is wrong and I am perfect as I am in
this moment.
Sometimes its really hard to contemplate love and wonder if there is a “one person
fits all” and if its meant to be like fairy tales or nothing like it.
Sometimes its really hard to swallow that with growth comes pain and that I will
raise a child even when my own growth is a bottomless pit.
Sometimes its really hard to know if loving another woman is a phase or if I am
loving like a free soul shall and the churches are wrong.
Sometimes its really hard to justify that one day I know myself and the next I am
a stranger staring back in the mirror.
Sometimes its really hard to accept that fact that one minute I have air in my lungs
and the next I don’t, like everyone around me will drop like flies and so on.
Sometimes its really hard grasping the fact that we are all floating around space
on a ball which we are so selfish as creatures we are slowing killing our own home.
Sometimes its really hard to let my walls down to love you fully and to let you love
me fully, to let you see me vulnerable ad to have no fucking clue of the future, or
right or wrong, or where I am in the entire universe, or who I am, or what I am
yet to discover.
But what isn’t hard or scares me is that your hand will fit simply in mine, both of
us figuring this all out together.
Poem by Gemma Owens