There stands a mental tendency
To match a certain emotion
With a particular person
And call it ordinary.
At some point in time,
That person’s usual emotion
With take a detour,
Blinding the eye with unrecognition.
Somehow and in some way,
Someone will be bothered
By the sudden shift
Of what seemed to be emotional normalcy before.
If it’s too good to be true,
Then guilt will press the one affected
With the motivation to bring back
What was before.
When it seems that the world
Returns to its original axis of position
And that person acts like themselves again,
We rejoice that what was seen as a dream
Was fleeting,
Because as long as pain tampers bone,
We’re still on our way.
Please note that this poem, of course, like most poems, has a flexible interpretation: this could describe something as simple as someone acting unusually peppy one day or a case that has more of a medical density. Either way, just wanted to point that out because this isn't limited to grave matters.
