It Came from My Hypothalamus

When I speak, my words take flight,

Not from Broca’s realm of might.

But when I feel, where do emotions start?

In my hypothalamus, not my heart.

Why, you ask, would I believe

That thoughts and feelings there may weave?

A tiny part of my brain so grand,

Where nerves and hormones work hand in hand.

So every word I speak aloud,

Every feeling, fierce or proud,

May rise from depths that few can see

Beneath my brain, above my heart,

Where science meets the mystery in me.

October 9, 2016

©(Gelyn GeeGold Guinto)

AKA

Golden Angel Rhapsodist.

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