balance.
how it all works from the inside out
when the whole world is runnin’ wild
I am sittin’ on the balcony
of my mind
takin’ a chill pill to calm down
all my nerves
operatin’ at full pelt
when
the hippocampus decided that
long-term memories
have to come out
to the surface level
where the limbic system replaces
a protector belief
from the past
by contactin’ the amygdala
to react
with fight, flight, or freeze response
to the threat
of the traumatic memories
equipped with cortisol
in large amount
distortin’ the logical message
so as to keep the hippocampus from contractin’
and amygdala from enlargin’
I rebuild
my grey matter
increasin’
the hippocampal volume
counteractin’
the hyperarousal of the amygdala
reducin’ cortisol
and returnin’
to the balanced state
correctin’
the biochemical short-circuitin’
as if cuttin’ with a knife
wrongly enforced
criminal connections
so that I can end up
at the level that is most dear to me
before it all started to bother me
*
August – September 2022
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