Brainwave

Brainwave

By Jai Bria

Compassion is the core of my being shining green

It’s the truest essence i’ve had the opportunity of seeing

Yet I’m eclectic and flawed: like most humans often are

When I’m triggered all is see is the color of the stars

Yellow blinding my awareness for a minute or two

When I snap back creeping in are some traces of blue

All because of the pathways that my brain runs through

Foggy grey clouds of trauma sit and obstruct the view

So the orange coursing current takes an alternate path

Yet the only way forward is by doubling back

And sitting in the storm the clouds had threatened me with

I watch as fiery streaks of lightening hit just feet from where i sit

Sure my clothes are saturated and my fingers are pruned

But I survived the very storm that claimed to trigger my blue

Now when anytime the yellow shines too bright for me to see

I throw a raincoat on my back and some boots upon my feet