Beautiful Brain Poem by Mandi June

I see them as spirals
When I close my eyes.
Kaleidoscope figures
Of all shapes and size.
The gremlins are whispering
They plot my demise.
But they cannot see me
Through ghostly disguise.

My mind's a receptor
For all things obscure.
The tingling continues.
Leaves me feeling pure.
I'm not craving pity
Or seeking a cure.
Just reminding myself
Of the charm and allure.

When nature speaks softly.
Sounds come through the rain.
It speaks to me always;
Erases the pain.
I feel isolated,
Day and day, again.
All by myself with
My beautiful brain.