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* I am proud to say that this poem was the featured item on the front page of the International Migraine Foundation - the publication, web site and FaceBook public page - and it will be featured again in the near future. (Re-post). *
There are mornings that I wake within the confines of my bed,
With a stabbing and excruciating pain inside my head ...
I'm told it's called a "migraine", hemiplegic, more exact,
And I've had them now, as I recall, as far as thoughts go back.
It's really very rare, it seems, for men, I've beat great odds,
So I guess I should feel privileged - I'm the pet of headache gods!
I used to get them through the day, there were drugs that I could take,
But now they're festering while I dream, fully-blown when I awake ...
My eyes, I can't keep open, ANY light is far too much,
The smallest sound is agony, as is the slightest touch ...
If there's food within my stomach, well, the nausea brings it forth,
And if there's NOT, then dry-heaves will be sending bile north.
I often feel I've had a stroke, with weakness in one sphere,
My face will droop to just one side, quite numb below the ear.
I can't describe the pain, because mere words do not exist,
To fully capture, with a phrase that quite conveys the gist.
With me it starts behind the eye, and often spreads from there,
To encompass my entire skull, and throb from-ear-to-ear.
It feels like every part of me has traveled to that spot,
That every neuron's being pierced with steel that burns, white-hot.
They used to be quite harmless, just an ugly, painful joke,
But hemiplegic migraines can result in death or stroke.
There's nothing else quite like them, and with that I understate,
But safe to say they're awful, and a horrid twist of fate.
I've had them for a lifetime now, most likely for the rest,
But I know that there's a reason - that they're really just a test.
One more of life's reminders, things can always be much worse,
I could be fighting for my life, or riding in a hearse ...
So, every time I have one now, I say a little prayer ...
And count them as a blessing, and a way to keep aware ...
That pain, to us, is crucial in keeping us alive,
And giving us direction in all the ways we strive.
It helps us to appreciate the times we're feeling best,
A guide for being cautious with the boundaries that we test.
Migraines can be horrible, and I don't enjoy the pain,
But how can we love sunshine, without welcoming the rain?
I've learned to see them this way, instead of as a curse,
And remember when I have one, things could be MUCH worse.
For each headache that comes, there's someone ELSE who's nearing death,
So, I'm thankful for the pounding, and the gift of every breath.
See, life must stay in balance - without bad, there is no good,
And pain just helps us value all the sweet things, as we should.
So if you are a victim of this monster that I've known,
Please know that others feel your pain ... you're NOT in the dark ...
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2018