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| photo by Jaroslaw Pocztarski |
Migraine:
Because you have plagued me
All of my life
And my mother before meI wish you to
Suffer your own migraine
I wish that your meds
Leave you feeling sappy, stupid, and sleepyOr cause addiction
Better, I wish you to not take pills
But lie in a dark room sick
For days with a barking dog, a screeching childAnd teenagers serenading
you with electric guitars and tambourines
I wish for nausea
to surge through you and vomit nonstopuntil you end up
in the emergency room at midnight
And the lights are too bright
Sirens too blaringAnd everyone’s turn
is before yours
I wish you to attend parties that serve only
Red wine and aged cheese And the hostess is insulted because you
Don’t eat and leave early
Migraine, because you have plagued me all my life
It’s your turn nowDo you ever suffer from migraines? What therapies have you tried?
4 comments:
This is a fun one, Barbara. I think it's good to explore the edge between what's acceptable to say and what isn't. I haven't done it in ages, so you inspire me.
Thanks Laura. At first I thought this poem confesses too much. Didn't want people to feel sorry for me, but then I thought this blog has such a little fan base, mostly family and a few friends, at least at this point. Everyone knows I suffer from these headaches and the poem just poured out of me so fast. It was good therapy. Maybe I scared them away for a while.
Humor for an unfunny condition. Yes, suffered them in the past. Dark room, soda crackers, and sleeping around the clock. Only thing that worked medicine wise was aspirin, which made my ears ring.
Your curse on the migraine would have made me feel better. : )
Thanks, Patsy: If I didn't laugh I would cry! The curse makes me feel better.
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