…ou waited on the other side of the turnstile, as though you’d stand there and wait for me forever? The way that we said goodbye, both of us thinking to ourselves as we walked down two different subway stairs that we’d see each other again?
…ls like a sacred text my soul already knew but hadn’t heard out loud. A poem that reassures me that it’s ok to be difficult and not fit into someone else’s image of who I should be and how I should act. It’s reassurance that I will not shrink myself to please others in order to feel loved. It’s okay to be difficult and ‘uncategorizable’. It’s okay to be me- just as I am and just as I feel to be.