Damaged in an intrinsic way
which belies the way we think,
I’ve settled now in harmless times
with glasses casting shades of pink.
Never say the world is tough
or filtered with what’s unfair,
in desperate times when life sucks
take the cue and be aware.
So crinkling in memorized skin
and dancing with memories come neigh,
I’ve taken solace in the work being done
strive always to hold my head up high.
Plasticity in that neural net
the one which directs the play,
regrows the joy that fear had stole
and gives birth to come what may.
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 