NeuroDivine

113/69 may not be very low for most people, in fact it is well within the normal range, but my normal tends to be high so it was quite a drop. This poem was written during the night after such a drop.

The darkness hums too loud to bear,  
each whisper sharp and near;  
my blood runs low, the room tilts soft,  
and stillness fills with fear.  

I lift my legs on pillowed hills  
to call the strength back home;  
the window cracks to cool my skin  
while blankets keep me warm.  

And Andrew moves with steady grace,  
a lantern in the night;  
he anchors all the spinning world  
until it feels alright.  

Otto the bear stays by my hand,  
a small but faithful friend;  
his weight a quiet grounding truth  
until the shadows end.  

Through the remaining night I wait
with bear at hand to ground
held close by love and gentle care
Until the sun is found.