Outside my skin I wear my brain
It insulates me from what's real. The only thing that helps me feel Is pain.
I'd fain retreat within my head
If I could wish the pain away, But dare not risk hold it at bay With dread.
Instead of thought or pain or fear,
A life awaits me, ripe with sense, Sometimes I taste its immanence So near.
It's clear, I have not truly fought
This tendency to duck and hide; Prevented by my stubborn pride In thought.
You've caught me, I've confessed the lie
That underlies my captive state; Right now I can decapitate And fly.
Josh Mitteldorf, a senior editor at OpEdNews, blogs on aging at http://JoshMitteldorf.ScienceBlog.com. Read how to stay young at http://AgingAdvice.org.
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