Brain neurons twist like vines of ivy With leaves burning orange in the turn of autumn. Days grow shorter within my mind. Shadows appear in my forlornness.
Synapses snap and squeeze As a mirage is born. A futuristic vision is planted In my prefrontal cortex.
Apocalypse appears to be next While grass sprouts through the sidewalk. . A snow-covered dandelion greets me in the morn, While drivers on cell phones blast their scorn.
I dodge their erratic driving Waving my hands frantically. Neurons are all ablaze. Ivy vines fuel the flame.
The grass and dandelion are intended to convey hope for recovery and better brain health. Feel free to comment or share on Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest.