I know that love will overcome the stigma of what it should look like,
What flower knows what it’s going to be when it’s budding at the stems,
I love my love, and I don’t dare shame it,
I walk away from the seams of normalcy, and sew my own rainbow colored blanket.
It keeps me warm.
It keeps me serene.
And it keeps me in a place where I know I can be me.