MY BRAIN & HEART DIVORCED BY JOHN ROEDEL my brain and heart divorced
There’s been a lot of yelling – and crying SO,
a decade ago over who was to blame about how big of a mess I have become eventually,
lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my gut who serves as my unofficial therapist most nights, I sneak out of the window in my ribcage and slide down my spine and collapse on my gut’s plush leather chair that’s always open for me
they couldn’t be in the same room with each other now my head and heart
share custody of me I stay with my brain during the week and my heart gets me on weekends they never speak to one another – instead, they give me the same note to pass to each other every week and their notes they send to one another always
~ and just sit sit sit sit until the sun comes up last evening, my gut asked me if was having a hard
time being caught between my heart and my head I nodded And said I didn’t know if could live with either of them anymore “my heart is always sad about something that happened yesterday while my head is always worried about something that may happen tomorrow, I lamented my gut squeezed my hand ‘I just can’t live with my mistakes of the past or my anxiety about the future,’ I sighed my gut smiled and said:
says the same thing: “This is all your fault’ on Sundays my heart complains about how my head has let me down in the past and on Wednesday
my head lists all of the times my heart has screwed things up for me in the future they blame each other for the state of my life
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