in a world of sometimes

Sometimes I am quiet when expected to be loud.
Sometimes I am raging when expected to be demure.
Sometimes I am controlling when expected to let go.
Sometimes I am wild when expected to obey.
Sometimes I don’t need when expected to be needy.
Sometimes my walls are high when expected to have none.
These sometimes and these expectations will keep me moving. I am in a constant of untangling clenched roots held to external expectations. I live in a place of sometimes, it’s the place where all exist in organized chaos. I won’t hold you to my expectations, I would be lying if I said I had none.
Because we live in a world of sometimes full of constants.
Because we live in a world of constants full of sometimes.

stephanie birch