My Brain Pan Poem by Sarah Sisson
My Brain Pan
Some days I want to slap myself silly.
I cant reach that sweet spot of sanity.
Oh, I do try...then I find myself having
a harsh conversation in my brain pan.
So what do I do? I think of things I am grateful for.
This is the only way to reach that rope.
Still I try to keep the pain; I'll wallow.
But if I stay strong my soul will fly high again.
copyright 12-21-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson
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