People say that you can't define Normal
That everyone is different in their own way
But if this is true
Then what do we call the regular pattern
Of our lives?
That pattern is comforting
It helps us to function every day
What happens when that pattern is gone?
What happens when your Normal shatters?
When the Abnormal comes and combines with doubt
We crumple
Not even able
To stand on our own two feet
But when the accusations stop flying
When the glass stops falling
We pick up the shards
With naive hope
That we can get our comforting lives back
But that life is gone forever
Leaving you to build a new Normal
And if we can't define Normal
Then what is Abnormal?
What is Original?
We may never know
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This poem tells the truth of the world in my opinion. I really enjoyed this poem and the way it spoke of normality not truly existing. I believe this poem asks the truth of the world. You cant define normality and because of that we cant define abnormality so how are we judging people?. I truly loved this poem.
Define normal - I thought you were going to make a link with mathematics
Guess I've been doing too much mathematics.
I enjoy this poem greatly, and your use of words. I think making every punctuation a question adds a strong sense to it as if an interrogation. The us of capitalization for 'Normal, Abnormal, and Orginal' is quite brilliant, but I do think that original doesn't seem to fit, maybe another word? I see you were trying to keep the scheme of sound at the end of the words, but for some reason it just doesn't play off very well. Past that, I love the depth of this and the meaning you captured it well.
This poem you have here speaks the truth? If normal cannot be defined, then what makes abnormal and original words? Plus, I love how you make the words, "Normal," "Abnormal," and "Original" the most important by capitalizing the first letters. That's what the poem is about, isn't it? How do we live with these words pondering our minds? I can't wait to read more of your works. Please keep writing.