Gut Feeling
Sept 16 2023
I remember being lost.
Peering through the welter of legs
with no idea where, or what comes next,
if this will ever end.
And anxious, as well
that I did something wrong
to have brought this on myself.
Not biographical memory,
but rather the feeling
of panic, confusion, fear.
My hand, slipping out of hers,
lost in distraction
as I wandered off.
Odd, how memory works.
The details change, the story evolves.
But the emotion remains,
feels just as present
just as strong.
The brain is clever
yet often forgets;
but the gut, never.
Perhaps
why it was once believed
that the soul resided there,
the stomach
was at our core.
Its memory fixed
just waiting to be triggered;
tightening
like a clenched fist,
the acid
still burning its way out.
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