NORMAL

Some souls are drawn into noise,
Big moments,
Fast friendships,
Always saying something just so silence doesn’t win.

Others move slower,
Not shy,
Just careful with where they place their attention.
Interesting, maybe, but in a world that prefers loud,
they come off as strange.

They don’t ask for much,
A little consistency,
A little honesty,
Nothing dramatic.

Because they’ve learned something early,
“I don’t trust people who promise to stay,
because I have watched forever pack its bags quietly.”

So expectations get lowered,
Hope learns to whisper,
Attachment keeps one shoe by the door.

And sometimes the frustration doesn’t go toward people,
It goes toward doors,
Chairs,
Walls,
Inanimate things.

Not because they hurt anyone
but because they can’t leave.
Because no matter how hard they’re pushed,
they stay.

And that’s the part most people miss.
It’s not anger,
It’s survival.

Because when everything that breathes has learned how to leave,
you start trusting what doesn’t.