Karen Jones Poet Rhyme

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 June 30, 2024 at 12:19 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 June 30, 2024 at 1:48 AM So sorry you had them growing up! I can’t imagine dealing with it as a child! Thanks for reading

David Crandall June 29, 2024 at 10:37 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 June 30, 2024 at 1:46 AM That’s wonderful you are over them! I am fine now :0)

Hilda Greenhough June 29, 2024 at 6:40 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 June 29, 2024 at 7:38 PM Hugs Hilda I appreciate you!