Sunflowersinrain

The Reset

Sometimes my brain feels on fire,

I look around,

panicked at the changes,

Suddenly, around my neck,

I feel the tight wire

It’s time to get up and find the bandages.

I struggle to pick myself off the floor,

My thoughts,

all jammed with problems.

Now I grab the wire cutters through the door.

Now the healing can start again,

And as I look around at the place,

I call home.

I notice the holes I’ve created;

Now I have to flip the switch;

Now I have to reset to fix what I lost.