It Came from My Hypothalamus (Version 2)

When I speak, my words take flight,
Not from Broca’s realm of might.

But when I feel, where do emotions start?
In my hypothalamus, not my heart.

Why, you ask, would I believe
That thoughts and feelings there may weave?

A tiny part of my brain so grand,
Where nerves and hormones work hand in hand.

So every word I speak aloud,
Every feeling, fierce or proud,
May rise from depths that few can see

Beneath my brain, above my heart,

Where science meets the mystery in me.

©Golden Angel Rhapsodist
AKA (Gelyn GeeGold Guinto)
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