I wish that I could turn a key <br />and open wide the mind <br />that hides behind <br />the eyes that frown <br />so bright, so brown. <br /> <br />I wish that I could find <br />the door into the mind <br />that hides behind the words <br />that say ‘My mind is fine - <br />It’s just my bloody hand’. <br /> <br />I know how hard you try <br />to plug the holes that gape <br />and fight the fear that lurks <br />when moonlight bathes <br />the room in silver light. <br /> <br />Perhaps in time you’ll grow <br />to understand, and learn <br />to love the you that is, <br />instead of mourning for <br />the one that used to be.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acquired-brain-injury/
