Words – Thursday 31st March 2011


the word, 'normal'
can have an allure
it is like the word, 'belong'
and the feeling
that you can blend
into the background
it is a sound not a choice
why do i make being me
so difficult, so heavy
and at times, a choice
applying a self imposed levy
when i should not ask for more
others have lives
which plod along
granted, excitement and experience
remain out of range
but they have all they need
with no more to gain
the word, 'normal'
it never quite romances me
conformity never hands around
and sets me free
restlessness and longing
always entice me

Many more poems at

James Garratt - Thursday 31st March 2011

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