written by Gloria Poole, RN, artist of / in Missouri
"You think that you are strong,
but you are weak",
the song sings on,
with a pleasant voice
and a gentle rebuke,
that reverberates through
my head.
Two steps forward,
one backward>
crash to floor!
One ankle that does not
make certain movements,
has created in me,
a tentative, halting,
lop-sided, wobbly,
way of getting from Point A
to point B.
A perpetual anxiety
that seems to be connected
to the titanium screws
and plate in my leg
to the neurons
in my brain,
in a complicated circuit
of spark across the
synapse that leaps to
my leg, and says "move"
but sometimes,
my leg
cannot seem to understand
the electro-magnetic signal
from my brain.
Then CRASH!
to floor, or sidewalk
with a startling suddenness
that always catches me
off-guard.
The thigh bone's
connected to the
ankle bone,
the childhood song says
and, of course, it's true
but it's also connected
to the brain,
by a network of tiny
threads with electro-magnetic
pulsations, that are,
measurable on an E.E.G.,
that energize the muscles,
that move the leg,
or the arm
or the head.
But trauma!
That blunt force impact
with something that,
does not give way,
that exists like the,
rock of Gibraltar,
while the human body,
soft and pliable,
hurtles into it,
launched by a vehicle
with a careless, wanton driver
first into space,
then into solid mass,
of metal,
or granite
or concrete
that twists and contorts
the tiny threads
in the brain,
So that the electromagnetic
spark is short-circuited,
and shuts itself off,
when the pressure
is too great.
So, that the brain,
becomes like a
blank, white paper,
nothing written on the
instructions!
"TIME-OUT!
it seems to shout
without saying a word
because words become
tangled around
the teeth,
and get lost in
the chaos of the mind
where the spark
couldn't jump the synapse
because the tiny bridge
from one neuron
to another
was broken beyond repair
or simply overloaded
with stimuli, and
the damaged brain
that impacted with
the granite,
or metal
or fist
or head
or knee,
just shuts down,
temporarily
till the too-many stimuli
becomes none
and the brain can rest
and regroup
and re-charge.
So the muscles receive
the spark again,
and react,
and the mind is
not blank,
but active again,
and the words make sense
and are visible in,
the eye of the mind ,
so that order and cohesion,
of mind,
>> spark>>synapse>> muscles, occurs
and words can be formed
by the tongue
working in cooperation
with the palate;
And legs move
and activities resume
and the panic resolves
as the fear,
of nothingness recedes.
Concussion. There's a name
for the broken synapses
and the tangled neurons,
and the blank, white paper
mind that occurs
when the brain
short-circuits
and the human being
experiences a mandatory
TIME-OUT! , called by
the referee of the body:
the brain,
that is the operating system,
and the motherboard
and the electrical circuit box
all rolled into one,.
Soft, gelatinous mass,
cased in hard bone
shell of the skull.
Concussion is the word,
when soft, gelatinous
mass of brain,
slams back
and forth,
inside the hard bony shell
bruising and tearing
the tiny, delicate fibers
of neurons, and
the filtration system
of the cells
that shift fluid,
and salt, glucose and
electrolytes
back and forth
from the cells
to the spaces,
between the cells,
and into the bloodstream.
Even after the physical
injury heals,
and sometimes,
creates new neurons
and new pathways
it remembers
the trauma.
It fears annihilation.
It halts.
Stopping to be
perfectly still
and quiet.
until the chaos clears,
and the brain can sort
the messages again.
But until the human being
whose brain is concussed
has lived through it some,
the terror
of annihilation, LOOMS,
as the brain senses its own confusion,
and distortion of distance,
and eyes that do not work together,
and electro-magnetic impulses,
jamming, because of
atmospheric pressure rising,
and panic rises up like,
a tidal wave,
as the brain searches
for the missing pieces of
synapses, and signals, and
sparks to jump-start itself,
again.
Brain panic is terrifying
because the breathing
and heartbeat are
controlled by the brain also.
And the brain KNOWS,
it is in peril.
I have a concussed brain
and metal in one leg,
a lot of metal
I know of what I write,
an an upclose,
in-your-face-
never-ending-event.
When I reach
the point of exhaustion
my brain makes
that T shape sign
with its invisible hands
and blows its whistle:
TIME-OUT!
And then, I can either
lie down, or continue
but if I continue
my brain will spin like a top,
and my vision will blur
and I will become
as a blank, white paper
for a while.
I have existed beyond,
concussion,
by sheer will
and by faith
that there is GOD!
And HE goes before me,
and HE is the Good Shepherd
and HE knows the way.
Even if I don't.
The Mind of GOD
takes over for me
at times
and I just rest
quietly
until the utter fatigue
drains away,
and suddenly it seems,
as if my brain
is ON again.
Copyrighted. Written today 4 August 2015 at 3:30am-4:30am because I couldn't sleep.
This is my photo of of my personal Bible and one of my christian crosses to show that Southern Baptist do not worship images of GOD, on crosses or anywhere. You can read what Christians believe on this blog of mine:
https://salvation-is-free.blogspot.com.
This is one of my photos of the U S flag to remind all that I,Gloria Poole, RN,artist, as owner, creator of the content, writer, photographer am a U S citzen and do all that I do, under the auspices of the First Amendment freedom of press and to worship GOD and to associate with like-minded people.
MY selfie photo of me Gloria Poole that is the most recent one. I am still wearing my hair in lop-sided ponytail because that works pretty well to keep hair out of my eyes when I walkabout, or paint as artist.
Georgia Baptist College of Nursing is where I got my education as a nurse and then I took state boards in Georgia years ago. I have a current RN license in Missouri.
I also have a degree in business from the University of Georgia's Terry College of Business.
You should also know that I create art almost every day. Sometimes calling it "art" is a loose interpretation of that word. Also, you can follow me on twitter at : @gloriapoole; @gloria_poole; @prolifeNurse; @personhood1; @Tartan_Bliss and @tweetie0817. Read more about that on one of my name blogs at https://gloriapoole.blogspot.com.
You should see another blog of mine at https://gloriapoole.blogspot.com and the about me page on it and also these other blogs of mine that are each different and that cover different topics of #art; #photography; #personhood; #publichealth; #prolife; #gloriapoole; #gospel; #ethnicseries:
https://gloria0817.blogspot.com
https://artist-gloriapoole.blogspot.com
https://gloriapoole-paintings.blogspot.com
https://gloriapoole.wordpress.com
https://gloriapoole1749.wordpress.com
http://gloriapoole-UK.livejournal.com
http://gloriapoole.livejournal.com
https://prolife-nurse.blogspot.com
https://publishing-life.blogspot.com>
https://tapestry-of-life-LLP.blogspot.com
https://words-that-work-LLP.blogspot.com
https://save-the-baby-humans.blogspot.com
https://real-women-have-babies.blogspot.com
https://gloriapoole-RN-artist.blogspot.com
https://mini-exhibition.blogspot.com
https://cartooning-by-gloriapoole.blogspot.com
https://sites.google.com/site/wordsthatworkforthegloryofgod/
https://sites.google.com/site/wordsthatwork/
and other sites and blogs that I create.
Statement of Ownership:
As always this blog and all content on it,is owned by me, is created exclusively by me Gloria Poole, RN, artist in Missouri but born in the state of Georgia; and it belongs exclusively to me Gloria Poole, RN, artist residing in Missouri since Oct 2009; and I own all rights to it. I do not have a son, and I have only 2 "children" who are grown daughters named Jennifer and Leigh who also have minor children of their own. I do not have a boss, nor a supervisor so if anyone tells you that they are my "boss" you know you are speaking to an ID thief. I blog, photograph, paint, tweet, write, sketch, draw from my own private apt in Missouri. I own the copyright on the name words that WORK because I created it .
Copyright notice : This blog and all content, all words, all photos and all art on it are owned by me, and were created, signed by me, photographed by me and posted by me Gloria Poole , RN, artist of Missouri and Georgia. Usually I sign the art I create as simply Gloria since that is my first name, that I was born with; but on pencil or ink drawings I sometimes also sign my born with surname of Poole. I am also known on the web and in real life as Gloria; Gloria Poole; Gloria J Poole; Gloria Poole, RN, artist; and on the web as : gloriapoole; gloria-poole; gloria.poole; Ms Gloria Poole; gloriapoole.RN; gloriapoole_RN; gloriapooleRN at yahoo; gloria0817; gpoole817; artist-gloriapoole; gloriapoole-paintings; artist-gloria; Poole,Gloria; gloriapoole1749; and other variations of my real, born with, and legal name of Gloria Poole. For the record, I am a white,single-again, twice divorced, Southern Baptist, born again, Christian woman and the mother of only two "children" who are grown daughters who are named Jennifer and Leigh. I am also a prolife activist, blogger, artist in all mediums; photographer for my own purposes, Registered Nurse with a license in Missouri but before that for most of my life in the state of Georgia, U.S. citizen born in the state of Georgia; University of Georgia alum, Georgia Baptist College of Nursing alum, writer, illustrator, author. This blog may not be downloaded, nor copied individually or collectively as a whole; nor have domains forwarded to it that do not belong to me, nor may the photos or art on it be reproduced or saved to disk by anyone . Repeat for emphasis: I create all content on this blog and I, Gloria Poole, own all rights to this blog collectively and individually as single posts. All telephones listed on this account and any account of mine belong to me personally, and are in my apartment in Missouri or in my possession at all times. Some of my numbers are wired, landline telephones and some are mobile phones. This blog and all blogs that I create and that contain my words I wrote and or art I made and signed and or photos that I photographed belong exclusively to me Gloria Poole, of Missouri and Georgia. Copyright. Gloria Poole / Gloria / gloriapoole /gloria-poole /gloria.poole/ Ms Gloria Poole/ Poole Gloria / G-L-O-R-I-A / gloriapoole1749/ Gloria Poole,RN,artist /gloria0817 /gpoole817 / gloriapoole.RN, cartooning-by-gloriapoole /photo-by-gloriapoole, and other variations of my real, born with name. Gloria Poole at my own private apt in Missouri which is not shared with anyone and neither is my equipment nor phones shared with anyone, and neither is my isp account shared with anyone which means no one is authorized to log into any account of mine anywhere but me. Gloria Poole, RN, artist; at my apt in Missouri on 4th August 2015 at 6:37pm. Update by me Gloria Poole,RN, artist, owner of words that WORK and creator of it also, to correct the typos and misplaced code, on 12th August 2015 at 8:25am.
