The burning sensation within my brain
Travelling up from my spine
Not something I could explain
So not to feel it, I so feign
Pulsing crackling spirals
To push me out of line
Scratching my brain, it idles
An invisible, secret block, my trials
If I could give you a taste
Of what it’s like to feel this way
I would find it more than a waste
For more than I to be so paced
Maybe none will understand
Not for lack of trying, as they say
This illness gone long out of hand
Isn’t to be grasped in full, it is too grand
Struggle to act like it’s no condition
That I am as functional as others appear
I’m not the only one, that’s my admission
Yet it hurts knowing that, like I have no permission
to do worse than them, though I know they hide as well
The same feeling which stems from separates fear
But I’m on no edge, I already fell
I fear I may hit the bottom before the swell
I’m not finished
I’m not giving up
This won’t have diminished
My worth or limit
One foot in front
Half full’s the cup
No matter the hunt
Ourselves we confront
A. A. MacConnell 
I like this. It speaks to the very human feelings of appreciating our unique qualities and yet wanting to be understood and supported…separate and yet feeling comfortable, not only “ in our own skins” but with those around us.
In poetry, be sure the search for the rhyme doesn’t derail the thought being expressed. Clarity of intention is paramount for the engagement of the reader. That said, know that every reader will have their own interpretation. I have expressed only mine. I am so happy that you are sharing your work with me. ( Some readers may interpret your piece from a purely physical point of view, depending on their experiences. It is kind of like sending messages out to sea in a bottle. You don’t know where they will land and who will read them!)
I find that writing makes one very vulnerable but worth the risk if the author makes the “connection” with the reader. The downside is that most often the author will never know unless a response is given! I have enjoyed so many books and have rarely written the author to express my thanks and feelings!
Lauré just woke up and wants some scrambled eggs for breakfast so I will close for now. Sending appreciation and much love.♥️🥰♥️
BJR
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