5 a.m. reminder of genetics failed
A prayer on my tongue as I apply
Cold pressure on the head
Moist heat on the neck
Stomach a tempest
My mind races, the drumming starts
A steady pounding finally reaches a frenzied pitch
No amount of purging takes it away
This disease that feels worse than death
A pill under the tongue, one on top
Melts and spreads the medicine within
The torturous strains become
Faint drum beats in the distance
Heart's race at an end and, hours later, total rest enjoy
I thank the Lord again for leading me through the pain
to enjoy the other side
