Normal

Is it normal to look back with the fear of being pulled back into the dark?

Is it normal to embrace silence yet be jarred by the echoes of my own thoughts?

Is it normal to sit by the wind and get reminded of a storm I know will hit me?

Is it normal to stand by flowers and worry about when it will all wilt and fall?

Is it normal to hold a glass of water, awaiting it to shatter on the floor?

Is it normal to hide from the rays of the sun that gives me hope?

Is it normal to seek solace in your heart when your mind is filled with sorrow?

Is it normal to enjoy the droplets falling from the sky while tears roll down my cheeks?

Is it normal to write words on paper only to fear they will be forgotten?

Is it normal to seek light while being followed by shadows?

Is it normal to find comfort in the stars while they symbolize my distant, unattainable wishes?

Is it normal to sow seeds of hope, doubting they may grow into tangled vines?

But what is normal? I guess I will never know.