“The Spark in My Head”
Sometimes my brain has a little spark,
It starts in a place that’s deep and dark.
It’s called the temporal lobe, you see—
It’s part of what makes up the “thinking” me.
It helps me hear and helps me talk,
And sometimes it goes for a bumpy walk.
When the spark comes through, things feel strange,
Like the world just shifted, or rearranged.
I might smell something that isn’t there,
Or feel like I’m floating in mid-air.
My words might jumble, or I might freeze—
Like leaves that stop in a sudden breeze.
But don’t be scared, it’s just my brain,
Sending signals like a passing train.
Doctors help and medicines too,
And friends like you help me get through.
So if I pause or seem confused,
Just stay calm—I’m not bruised.
The spark will pass, and I’ll be okay,
Back to myself and ready to play!