Normal – strange how this word
infers a standard of commonality
deemed appropriate, acceptable as
a state of being, its origin I find
puzzling, also frustrating.
Normal, subjective in judgment
theoretical, observations declare
findings unremarkable, natural.
Normal, an antiquated word misused
loosely, it dictates “right vs. wrong”
standards in design by society’s scale
I am not a mathematical equation –
No one has authority to define the
undefinable & ever changing status
of what used to be & what is now.
Normal, grieving normalcy, I catch myself loitering in “that word” again…
reflecting on decades past, future, &
who I was, how I’ve evolved – my life
events forever altered; a new version
of the here & now – edited with
time to reflect, to embrace a pseudo
next to normal existence for today.
Artist: Lydia Emily – “Survivor” a self portrait
Reflection & Renewal 