My Flawed, Tiny Mind

Tiny mind, tiny mind
Something flawed my tiny mind.

It ate my soul, changed my soul.
In my brain it made a home.

You were there, always there,
Held my hand, stroked my hair.

Whispered when my mind went bare,
“Love you dear, I’m always here…”

Tiny mind, tiny mind
Something flawed my tiny mind.

It ate my soul, changed my soul.
In my brain it made a home.

It took my words, spun my words..
Turned them into vile burns,
That scared you…

Author's Note

This is a very personal poem I wrote after being released from the hospital two Septembers ago. I was still and am still recovering from the disease I have been afflicted with - Anti-NMDA receptor with encephalitis.

6/20/15