“Apple”. Neuroplacticity

 Apple”

The brain,

a cathedral of connections, 

a wilderness of lightning and silence.

for a life time words moved through me

effortlessly, from spark to sound 

from thought to speech.

Damaged in a moment, an accident

of chance in time,

neurons once fired in elegant sequence, 

across each sculpted synapse

singing its part in the orchestra of language.

After, a rupture, a loss, a sudden quiet,

blood fled, cells flattened, networks dimmed

the familiar routes went dark.

The words that once leapt from my tongue

now gone.

 

I am not still

The brain, neuroplastic, ever adaptive,

restless and alive as

old highways crumble, I send out scouts,

axons searching like roots through unseen soil.

Dendrites reach out towards the faintest 

electrical whisper.

I guide the rebuilding

Circuits reorganize, neighbouring regions 

awaken to the call.

The right hemisphere listens, hesitant at first,

visual cortex offers image, motor cortex lends rhythm, 

emotions add tone, again an orchestra,

together they begin to trace new routes 

to find the ideas once lost.

I rehearse again and again…

I feel the signal 

practice is in my pulse 

each repetition thickens my resolve,

quickens the transmission,

stabilizes the spark until one day 

the current finds home.

A light flares across a synapse and there it is

that elusive lost word 

rises from silence like a bird returning to its branch.

“Apple” I say

I say it aloud

With excitement and joy

It’s “APPLE”!

The sound is rough and alive.

The meaning complete, whole 

and unmistakable.

I can recall an imagine

think and do, 

The brain is a builder of bridges, 

a keeper of faith and languages,

When one path is lost

Another is found.

Neuroplacticity.