I saw my brain, marked by abuse

A poem from the Rumbles from the Grinder series

TYLER C. HEIN AND CHRISTOPHER S. MONK, UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN

I saw my brain, marked by abuse
I saw my brain, it was a shock
My frontal lobes, like antennas
Sprouting. Two small tears of blood
Raining on the open sky

I saw my brain, marked by abuse
Like volcanoes rooted
At the heart of my overreactions
My house of bricks and stones
built too close to the river

I saw my brain, marked by abuse
Hyphens at the brink of my emotions
Linking the madness and the joy
My life: endless tsunami surfing
and dives into the deep

I saw my brain, marked by abuse
I saw the pulses of despair
But then, the horses wild with fury and passion
Turned about, puzzled
In a new direction

I saw my brain, marked by abuse
I saw my marriage and careers
The warped communications
And lost opportunities
For once without guilt