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most days i'm fine. i can function like a normal human being. i can finish my work in a normal amount of time. i can operate at a normal frequency, or even at a higher one. i can laugh and joke and keep up with conversations. i flow easily. some days i'm not. i can't think through the fog that clouds my mind. i can't keep up with the joke, or i laugh a beat too late. i can't control my emotions and end up blowing up at someone. i can't keep my hands from shaking and my words from stumbling over themselves. i am ice with rough edges that crashes against itself. i am alone i am struggling i am unfixable.
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
v. different kind of broken
most days i'm fine. i can function like a normal human being. i can finish my work in a normal amount of time. i can operate at a normal frequency, or even at a higher one. i can laugh and joke and keep up with conversations. i flow easily. some days i'm not. i can't think through the fog that clouds my mind. i can't keep up with the joke, or i laugh a beat too late. i can't control my emotions and end up blowing up at someone. i can't keep my hands from shaking and my words from stumbling over themselves. i am ice with rough edges that crashes against itself. i am alone i am struggling i am unfixable.
Living with a TBI is the hardest thing a person can go through, but the aftermath is the true test of resilience and strength.
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
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