my brain is a marvelous thing
it curses me
loves me
hates me
admires me
but is my brain a truthful thing
or is it lying
is my brain in control
or am i just free falling
a spiral downward toward the depths
an abyss filled with my deepest regret
did they mean what they said
in their mini microaggression
or is just my brain being a tool of mental incarceration
locked inside
it curses me
loves me
hates me
admires me
but is my brain lying
or is it a truthful thing
my brain is in control
when i feel my feet lift off the ground
your simple words
a slight touch
bring me joy
such that i could simply float away
like a balloon lost from a child's hand
a careful grasp let go
a cherished thing abandoned
once again
my brain is a marvelous thing
but it's lying
i'm not in control i'm spiraling
so i put on my mask
of it's all alright
and smile
and wave
because that is what my marvelous brain says to do
This is a poem I wrote when I was feeling lost. A day where it seemed as if the whole world was crashing in on me. There are probably errors, places where I should have capitalized an "i" and even more places that I could rewrite. This is a first attempt at capturing something deeply emotional for me, I hope you can find the same emotion in it that I did.