unique – Trezvennost II

I was wondering about you.

You seem to never care

About what you’ve got inside

That is truly yours and no one else’s.

You appeared to disregard

How unique people can be

And you’ve built that illusion

Starting with yourself.

You probably began thinking that way

Because of her.

How full of herself she was.

How much she believed

That the world revolved around her,

And that everyone owed her,

And that she owned everyone;

That all that she has gained

She somehow has inherited from herself.

I think you both went too far.

Everybody is special –

It’s so different how we talk, eat, sleep.

Sickness makes us alike,

We ache in similar ways

Yet our skills are unique

And dreams are so wild

In contrast to everyone else’s.

You deny your special gifts as if it was a curse,

Just as she ignores others.

But our differences are true

And they can unite us

Making us stronger in many ways.

You think you need someone special in your life

But you need to know –

You already have one.

You should praise them,

Although with good measure.

This special one needs attention,

Care and support to bloom bigger,

Unleash artistic forces

So you could achieve greater things.

The powers that you so hard try to let go of

Or call insignificant, –

They are nothing of a kind.

the image was copied from https://arrestedmotion.com/2015/05/art-focus-cinta-vidal/

art by Cinta Vidal

thank you.

(dedicated to Alan Turing)

In the eyes of the one who knows no care for mental pain

Our efforts of remaining sober and free to ourselves

Can be laughable.

How?! Is that so important? Get some character, have some dignity!

Oh, well, we gave that all we’ve got,

Grinding the stone farther down, keeping the patience and hope together.

But wait a second… how shall we know that they are the ones who got it together?

And yet, strangely, we keep calling them “normal”

As if their controlled drinking pattern is something supernaturally wonderful.

How will we ever know they don’t keep someone

In their basement chained to the wall, tortured to death?

Exaggerated? I hope so.

I also hope that we remember that putting normality on a pedestal is problematic.

All these making-sense-wonders with good advises on how to do things –

Where were they when we bled and cried and finally found our way out?

Another thought: somebody smart

(who may have believed in UFOs having parties with fairies in their backyard on Fridays),

Have said that normal is just a setting on a washing machine.

I think that’s exactly it and we shouldn’t worry much

About who is who,

As long as we know who we are.

And if we do things differently from others, it’s no crime.

If it works for us and doesn’t hurt others it’s all good in my books.

the image was coped from https://me.me/i/normal-people-color-white-black-metai-edb3c16ee4294397b439c4eb69e0e251. thanks