different

the secret is we
write our own endings –
tell our own stories.
That past circumstance does not dictate
present determination
or future reality.

I need to remind myself that what
sets us apart
from anything I’ve ever known
is what’s going to
hold us together.

Hickups do not mean a hurricane is
eminant on the horizon.
And if storms are coming,
we have umbrellas and a love of
dancing in the rain
to keep us safe.

I need to remember that the reality of what is
even in shaky moments
is what matters. Neither of us
taking an offered, easy way out.
Or shoving the other away.
nothing of the sort.

fear has no power here.
Not now, not here
not anymore.
because it’s different,
and it always will be.