My Sinister Fits

Out of many days of my disturbed life
This year twenty thirteen is a blessing
I have ever seen -a satisfied wish.
I am now free from often fits for life.

In the previous years, I have prayed from
The ruding consciousness and wield disease.
Morning to night fever; morning and night fit:
A half of my age in the midst of storm.  

If it is headache, I would say 'normal',
But it is abrupt migraine. When it strikes,
It can make the patient seems like a liar
Before those that know when he is normal.

This migraine is not the usual fair ache,
It's one outlandish momentary freeze-
Freezing brain, closing sight and freezing quill.
'Unorthodox! Isn't it?' was my ache. 

31/03/2013
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Lamoureux Avatar
April 28, 2013 at 8:25 AM
You described my day yesterday. Still through the pain I forced myself to write, I try to write something each day to keep my skills sharp. The migraine makes it virtually impossible to concentrate.
Jones Avatar
April 12, 2013 at 8:53 PM
Great description of this terrible pain...I also suffer ...and the meds are so expensive! I am so happy you are free! Maybe your faith can spread to me..:-) Donna
Oyewole Avatar
April 28, 2013 at 10:59 AM
By faith, you shall be delivered from Migraines
Dietrich Avatar
April 5, 2013 at 6:19 PM
good, then I inferred correctly your meaning!!
Dietrich Avatar
April 2, 2013 at 10:56 PM
gosh, this sounds horrible to have such a pain. My sister suffers greatly from migraines as well. Scribe says you are using migraine as metaphor. is that true?
Oyewole Avatar
April 3, 2013 at 12:25 PM
As Rick rightly observed 'Migraines are no fun' and so is my piece. Andrea, this piece is a whole taut about one challenging episode of my life and that of my twin brother. Thus, migraine' I used is not as metaphor but as its obvious truth about me... Though, I hv no experience of it since the beginning of this year. That is why I concluded with '...was my life' to show, by faith, it has ended.
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