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Migraine and Rain

There seems to be a strain on pink brain Caused by the rain and related migraine It’s like a weight between the eyes That reaches round brown crown making me cry Light is now an enemy It cuts like silver sword And darkness is a friend to me Satin silence is even more I lay upon my purple pillow ill Feeling neon nausea fuchsia fatigue Wishing for a magic maroon pill Or a holy cure prayer for healing Eventually I fall asleep Though pain led the way I wake up feeling pain free Happy to see another day

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Krish Radhakrishna

Date: 6/30/2024 12:19:00 AM

Migraines are scary! had them when I was growing up! gone now! Memories are still scary! Your poem brings back the thoughts! Nice descriptive writing.

Karen Jones
Date: 6/30/2024 1:48:00 AM

So sorry you had them growing up! I can’t imagine dealing with it as a child! Thanks for reading

David Crandall

Date: 6/29/2024 10:37:00 PM

I can totally relate Karen. I used to get migraines. I used to get migraines for about the first 30 years of my life, and then they stopped. Horrible, but I'd go to bed as soon as I possibly could, and like you, next morning, I'd be OK.

Karen Jones
Date: 6/30/2024 1:46:00 AM

That’s wonderful you are over them! I am fine now :0)

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 6/29/2024 6:40:00 PM

I've heard that migraines are terrible. I'm glad it is gone. Rain makes me feel tired. Thanks for this interesting poem. Many of us relate to it.

Karen Jones
Date: 6/29/2024 7:38:00 PM

Hugs Hilda I appreciate you!