A Brain Storm
A BRAIN STORM
Hey my dear darling appendage,
My vulnerable grey matter,
The necessary part of me,
Since that fateful night,
When a truck breezed by
And bruised us badly,
From my brain
Right down to my pinkie toe,
I praised God,
For we survived, was it written,
Was it meant to be, was it fate, was it all
Just contrived,
Yet I know now that my brain
And my hand, think differently,
I think (a little with my brain),
But write with my soul my spirit
And my heart,
Perhaps that is how it should have been
From the start!
Entered for ‘Brainy Brevity’ poetry contest – sponsor - Maureen McGreavy
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