“Get back to normal” is something I hear.
I understand what they mean.
My normal was not like most though.
My normal, I could only hope, was not yours.
Not that it was all bad, because nothing can be.
It’s that I don’t think it was normal;
in any way other than to say there is no normal,
so in that sense, sure,
it’s normal.
But I don’t want to go back to it.
Being outside of it is the light at the end of a long dark tunnel.
Finding a new normal is the way of the day.
Not cloaked in darkness any longer,
the darkness was not mine.
Right now my normal is a breath of air,
a kiss of wind,
a drop of rain,
a hug from a friend,
a paw in my lap.
This is where I will be for awhile,
I am in no rush to get anywhere else.