Is it normal to love or is it normal to hate?
Depends on circumstances or fate
Loving is for the giving
Others void the receiving
And find it not normal to relate
Left out when ignoring fate
Walking out of Love’s revolving door
Others find it just worth faking
For some, romantic dreams are normally forsaken
While living in the world of frustrating love.
They are molded to believe this way
Like a repeated nightmare, they keep collecting fears
Visualized like a mirror reflecting the surreal
Practicing what they want the world to see and feel
A little scrutiny to clear-up
And cover with a band-aid the nicks and cuts
Safer to hide the face of abnormal fears
Rather then showing any kind of courageous love.
I posted this poem on-line as a response to a writer’s prompt involving the word normal or a concept of normal. I try to bring out what people often like to hide. They sometimes miss the opportunity for love.