Epilepsy

“Freedom may be most keenly conveyed through struggle and tension, the nobilities of control in the proximity of chaos.”

— Dean Young, The Art of Recklessness

He lives in my brain

The miniscule monster with a god-complex,

Trying to extort the electricity

That belongs to me.

This miniscule monster with a god-comkplex

Is a master of identity theft,

Stealing what belongs to me:

My brain, my life, my sanity —

This master of identity theft

Treasures tantrum-throwing throughout

My brain, my life, and my sanity.

Making my legs uncooked spaghetti.

My tantrum-throwing monster

Creates earthquakes in my brain,

Making my uncooked spaghetti legs

Quiver at the foundation of me.

These earthquakes in my brain

Leave destruction and take all freedom,

An already quivering foundation,

I’m short-circuiting.

Left with destruction, void of freedom,

I feel him swimming in my brainjuice.

I’m short-circuiting

My frontal lobe is fried and frayed.

I feel him swimming in my brainjuice.

Electric eels snake down my neck

Away from my fried frontal lobe.

I become a staccato tango, dancing horizontally.

The electric eels snake down my neck

And spreads like a power surge through my body.

I am a staccato tango, dancing horizontally —

A toaster oven mistaken for a life preserver.

It spreads like a power surge through my body

Damaging my brain.

Toaster ovens as life preservers. This is

The exorcism of my electricity.

When it comes to Epilepsy, everything is taken one day at a time. Today, my greatest hopes for the future are remaining seizure free for a year, getting my license back, finishing up my bachelor’s degree (because people with epilepsy truly can do anything they set their minds to), and raising awareness for Epilepsy and all that it encompasses.”