Hold Me.
Maybe it's normal and it's okay,
Or maybe it's not normal and it's not okay.
But does it really matter?
When judgments scatter,
And labels fade away.
The mind seeks boxes neat and clean,
To sort what's felt but rarely seen.
But beyond the borders we create,
Lies truth that doesn't correlate
To simple words like "should" or "mean."
So let the question linger there,
A gentle challenge, by being thoughtfully aware,
To live beyond the narrow frame
Of normal, wrong, or who's to blame,
And find what matters, if you dare.