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written by: Sheri M. Stewart


Sometimes it creeps
around the back stairs.
Yet it sits at the threshold
and inward it stares.

Normal is so plain,
and what some people seek
but it's vast and it's empty
and it's cold and it's bleak.

My mind is a strangely chaotic home
where tragedy and wonder reside
liberally decorated with oddities
so normal won't come inside.

You see I've come to know
if I let normal settle within
all stunning, unique experiences
won't have had a place to begin.

So let me be strange
and let me be rare
and when normal creeps
let it sit there and stare.

Sheri M. Stewart

Sheri M. Stewart

I am interested in and fascinated by so many things in the world around me. I am a dreamer and a lover. I endure great pain and sadness. I am bi-polar. I have learned to embrace the many facets of who I am. I chose to view my illness as just another part of what makes me unique. I write as a form of self-expression and art. I share in the hopes that others can identify with my writing and know they are not alone.
Sheri M. Stewart

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