Raindrops | Poetry

men in my life

men in my life carry flowers
they carry guns
sometimes they carry flowers and guns

they sneak into my house like
thieves at midnight
and i wake up in the morning
to my furniture misplaced
my things scattered on the floor
the crockery cracked and broken

it takes days, weeks and years
to rebuild what the storm leaves behind
i am still trying to wrap my legs,
wrap my head, wrap myself
around the men in my life

they keep pushing me underwater
but i come up on surface and try to breathe
i am trying to own this air that fills my lungs
still struggling to call this body my own

but these words here are my own
i pull this poem from my guts
mould it with my hands

men in my life carry flowers
they carry guns
guns and flowers
and i -
i carry this poem
to the men in my life
to you
to myself.

Author's note:

Hey everyone! How are you doing?

This poem is inspired by a post I saw on @/inkskinned on Tumblr. It is about how I feel being a woman in a man's world. Yes, I've got the best father in the world, amazing brothers, a beautiful boyfriend and some of the greatest guy friends. I'm thankful for them. Yet, I find myself trying to fit it. This is me, saying that through the poem.

Winters are officially here! They make me stay inside my blanket, read all day and write something. My good days are here! ❤️🌼

Thank you for reading.
Take care.

Love, Sam.❤️✨