What exactly am I doing during those hours I insist on
having alone time? Lots of random things go on in my house – dance parties, sing-off’s
with my cats (seriously), but mainly it’s a time for me to create. When I have
spells of not expressing creatively, I’m not happy. That’s the bottom line. Creativity
takes many forms but last Friday night I found myself writing a poem in
response to the book I’m currently reading, Why
be Happy When You Could be Normal?
I was instantly drawn to this book simply because of the title.
We all have those people in our life – parents, acquaintances, friends, lovers,
cousins, partners, even ourselves – who perhaps not explicitly, implicitly ask
us this question all the time. What a terrible thing to bring to any
relationship - causing people to question who they are, things they love to do,
and their cool little quirks (we all got ‘em and they rock).
The last time I wrote a poem was probably in middle school
and I guess I was ready for another. My emphatic answer to that question…
take away from me
i will create anew
something beautiful
unique
and true.
Choose your happy
and toss out normal. It’s made up
anyways.
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