Matter: A Poem about the Neuroscience of Mental Health

Matter

By: Auriana Irannejad

Great gray matter,

How gray must one be,

To know they matter?

Surrounded in white, surrounded in bliss,

Yet stuck in a gyrus, hiding them from this abyss

No one penetrates this layer,

No one enters this skull

To let them know they matter

Before the lack of serotonin makes them dull

Inside this cranium, inside this little black hole,

Contains all of the matter

That needs to pour into their soul

This chamber can only be opened 

If one lets them know

How dense their matter is

And there is a reason not to go  

So a question we must ask, a concept that is hard to fathom,

Is how gray must one be,

To know that they matter?

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