This brain of mine

My mind is living
tucked within it’s skull shell
using the ears of my body to listen
and the mouth upon my face to speak.

It feels safe and secure
till the claustrophobia creeps up
and it realizes
the jail it lives within
only escape isn’t an option
it cannot live apart
from this human body.

My mind is living
it is thinking
it is taking in
it is hurting
trying to understand
each point of view
reading the history books
it is hurting
it is confused
confined within this human form it lives within.

It is overloaded
over stimulated
it is exhausted
this brain of mine
it is puttering
trying to keep awake
it stops
a few sparks
it ignites
it hears
it absorbs
it tries to deflect
because it hurts
all these opinions
it must separate from fact
it hurts.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina