Once I had a headache that lasted oh so long

Methinks perfume had caused it at church while singing songs

Though it could have been the weather, changing overhead

Or the onions at breakfast stuffed in my om-e-let

Let’s not forget the choc-late milk could be guilty too

Whate’er the cause my brain had gone from gospel to the blues

Help my heads a bustin’! The hurting is real sore.

If I clawed my eyes out, would they hurt anymore?

The vessels are inflamed. The pressure is intense

Do not try to talk to me, you won’t make any sense

Please God just make it go away ‘cause I just wanna die

But if I don’t then later on my wife is making pie

It’s Sunday and the apples are begging to be peeled

Roast Beef is slowly roasting- the ham’s already squealed

The taters sweet are baking and waiting to be ‘et

I want this pain to go away- the fights not over yet

Cause Sundays are for family and eating wondrous food

If this pain will go away it’s something I want too

Alas it doesn’t happen, the pain goes all night long

The next day sees me moping around my house in fog

Short reprieves give me some hope. I go for small, slow walks

But back the pressure comes ‘til my head feels like a stalk

Of celery that’s being pounded with a big hot rock

The pounder’s looking down at me and says, “It’s just a knock”

The pounding then continues and with it hope soon fades

Late that night the searing heat feels like some hot knife blades

But finally some sleep doth come and then it lessens

Leaving me all wrung out, weak and bland- needing leaven

Plain food and small exercise my brain and body boosts

Joy has come. The pain is gone. Wellness once again roosts

Whether a migraine lasts for hours or even days

Those who have not had them can’t understand the haze

Of walking through their lives in constant fear of pain

That takes us through a maze of torture chamber’s flame

Others suffer types of pain more constant than our own

To those I give my respect and hope we all go home

To God who gave us life and trials to make us strong

If migraines are my trial- then having them’s not wrong

But if a cure comes forth, I surely won’t complain

Nor even if a better drug makes living life more sane

I’ll thank my God and lucky stars and all the fine researchers

Who use the brains God gave them to make the world better