This is from Day 16 of NaPoWriMo, which was supposed to be based on a letter or correspondence.
Dear Brain: I’m in such bitter pain
That I don’t know how to go on
Life is no longer worth the strife.
I’ve never seen you in despair, my friend
What is your secret, do share!
With love, Heart
Dear Heart: I don’t want to offend,
But your drama has no end!
Little things push you up and down
As waves manipulate a ship.
No one controls me; I am my own master!
You must be more logical, cool
And you will see it all as trivial.
Come for tea and I will explain.
But Brain, what can I do with this agony?
There are so many knives twisted in me
I’ve tried logic; I understand its meaning,
But it doesn’t stop the bleeding.
Heart, don’t you know the knives aren’t real,
Nor the blood? If logic doesn’t work for you,
It means you haven’t understood.
Brain, the knife is a metaphor
But the pain is not; it won’t be ignored
It’s as real as the blood flowing through me
It bites me and then embraces;
My lover and my assassin
See, you’re being dramatic again!
If you’d just stop and think…
But all I’ve done is think!
Do you think I take pleasure in…
Well, maybe you do…
But that’s crazy. And insulting, too!
Come on, Heart! Haven’t you read
Biographies of poets and artists?
Chasing pain to feed the pen
Always looking for trouble, imagine!
But Brain, did they really run after it?
I think sorrow came uninvited
And art was their survival, their Zen!
Well, there you go then.
If logic fails, try art!
(They brought it on themselves
Anyhow, at least in part.)
Brain, I’ll tell you once again
I’m glad to have you as a friend
I will try your advice; let’s see!
(About the artists, we will agree to disagree)