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Severe TBI


T is for the traumatic experience that prevents my nose from smelling and my eyes from seeing all of the world

 

B is for my brain that stalls out while my peers continue on

 

I is for the injury that was gained through a choice I can't even remember making

 

Severe, the word causes me to pay attention to the doctor's office

 

Lucky, I repeat as I wonder if I should learn makeup to hide the scars

 

A miracle, they say with smiles on their face as I try to figure what is from me and what is from it

 

Do I have the memory of a goldfish or does my brain not know what to keep and what to throw away

 

Am I a go with a flow type of person or is my hypothalamus so broken that it can't even fathom the emotion called anger

 

Maybe I am just slow or maybe my brain reset when I hit the concrete

 

Am I broken or do I suffer from a TBI

 

And is there a difference?

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