“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk,
but no flowers grow on it.” ~ Vincent Van Gogh
There is beauty in being strange,
the odd one in the room,
the light in eyes that is
a reflection of imagination.
My feet are more comfortable
on gravel roads and dirt paths.
I not only listen to birds,
but hear trees speak
and flowers sing.
There is no way to seed concrete,
or translate the language of grass
through leather soles that can’t
feel its green blades.
I wasn’t born to conform,
lose the wildness of my spirit,
or not be bold enough to bloom
as a dandelion in a field of narrow minds.
©Susie Clevenger 2026
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