Atomic Bilateral

Everything is perspective, dude. Including anxiety, emotions, and the self. Yoda, Kermit the Frog, Oscar the Grouch, Big Bird, Animal.     
        
Attainment? Don't make me laugh. Just be (your own) a rock star; there's literally no difference, just fancy metaphors an shit. It's all in the bent of your own possession of your mind's self-eye.       
       
And if not that, theoretically at least, eventually we "mature" and somewhere m along the way great portions of that, which, in an earlier day bothers us so virulently (about, whatever) begin on their own to assume far lesser dimensions of importance to ourselves, our minds, our conditions, our, whatever.     
    
In the meantime, even as our own rock stars, all we can do are those (possibly in the moment, hopeless seeming) incremental bits of plodding and patiently held dear self-work which we find ourselves  capable of holding to the muster of, and, deliberately, have hope for the best in ourselves, that it may rise to the top of our perceptions, one, and, that we may quit trying to bash it over the head with a blunt object out of our collections of self-loathing the instant it ever tries to poke its head out out the deep dark cave we force it to dwell in, two.
    
This is Em-ily, assuming the prerogative of speaking to someone through her own interpretation of their poem. So no offenseses is meant, and if my comment is completely senseless, in regards to your own interpretation of your poem, apologies, well met, and fare thee well just the same as the other. Peace ☝️

No worries Em-ily. I appreciate your words. These are merely reflections of the past. I am embracing my inner rock star

I hear you. It is an interesting concept to me, sanity or normality is really a range of behaviors, in one sense the socially acceptable for the given zeitgeist, which can be viewed as arbitrary, but in another the ability to function without doing harm to others, but by that rubrick, our society is insane or abnormal, with the destruction of our living habitat.

I appreciate your fluid use of language and message.

How do we know what’s normal? What’s acceptable to one may be entirely improper to another. And you’re right, Daniel, our society has gone completely insane but strangely, the chaos is widely accepted.

How do we know what’s normal? What’s acceptable to one may be entirely improper to another. And you’re right, Daniel, our society has gone completely insane but strangely, the chaos is widely accepted.

Beautifully written poem. I enjoyed this one very much. Very deep, indeed.

My favorite part:
"Those are the ones to first claim defeat
When there is no one left to shame"

Thanks for sharing,
Sedic J. Huxwell

Thanks for reading Sedic. I’m looking forward to reading some of your work.