What I Call It

I had a brain injury.
I have a brain injury.
I injured my brain.
There.
I said it four times.
 
Wrote poem once about
a moth flew round light
in circles till dead.
It
flies through my mind still,
time after time.
Afraid.
What I've lost.
Not quite the same.
Does it matter?
 
Don't think.

poem by Rick Stokes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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