{"id":63964,"date":"2020-06-27T11:59:36","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:59:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=63964"},"modified":"2020-06-27T12:08:58","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:08:58","slug":"my-brain-prompt-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/my-brain-prompt-3\/","title":{"rendered":"My brain Prompt 3"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Cloudy with a chance of brain fog. <\/p>\n<p>The CT confirmed my head is not normal;<br \/>\nI mean, like duh. People tried to prepare me for the Washington rain, instead my head has created its own storm.<br \/>\nSleepless nights, brain zaps, data errors, forgetfulness, head pressure, seeing static when I close my eyes.<br \/>\nThe electricity is off I said, it has always been but now I&#8217;m being told others can see it on pictures.<br \/>\nStrangers, Doctors, Onlookers will possibly see signs of pages torn out. <\/p>\n<p>Cloudy with a chance of brain fog<\/p>\n<p>I know it is, the static.<br \/>\nIt trickles up my body and I shake uncontrollably.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s not ugly, I imagine it&#8217;s a painting I never gave myself permission to create.<br \/>\nI imagine the acidity of life is decaying my brain.<br \/>\nThe trauma my brain wants me to forget, but I&#8217;m afraid of forgetting everything.<br \/>\nIt trickles from my feet up instead of just staying in my head. <\/p>\n<p>Cloudy with a chance of brain fog<\/p>\n<p>I decided to build a playhouse.<br \/>\nDepending on what the doctors say, I may or may not be okay.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not wasting a day without loving my kids even if I fail in moments.<br \/>\nWhen I am gone, if I ever leave while my body is still here I want them to remember the person I was and the love that I gave.<br \/>\nI am still here, we are all still here for now. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cloudy with a chance of brain fog. The CT confirmed my head is not normal; I mean, like duh. People tried to prepare me for the Washington rain, instead my head has created its own storm. Sleepless nights, brain zaps, data errors, forgetfulness, head pressure,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":596,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63964","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63964","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/596"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63964"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63964\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64388,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63964\/revisions\/64388"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63964"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63964"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63964"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}