Wednesday, April 02, 2008
by, linda marie pharaoh-carlson©
The Never Ending Endless
I see the grimace.
I own the pain.
I can not imagine
That endless rain.
We all know the rain
Will come now and again,
But no sunlight at all
Make dark thoughts
never end.
In the clouds,
In the dark
Where hope seems
... so small ...
End the rain
End the dark
Before there’s
no hope
at all.
The Never Ending Endless
I see the grimace.
I own the pain.
I can not imagine
That endless rain.
We all know the rain
Will come now and again,
But no sunlight at all
Make dark thoughts
never end.
In the clouds,
In the dark
Where hope seems
... so small ...
End the rain
End the dark
Before there’s
no hope
at all.
My Personal Comment: (Not part of the entry - may be edited out if you would like)
This is dedicated to my cousin Chuck who
I loved, and who lived his entire life with the horrible pain of migraine.
For whom there was never a solution good enough, to
help get him out from under the hideous pain.
He lived his entire life into his thirties trying to run
from it until the combined “solutions” got the best
of him.
He died at home one night, alone in his room...
Just trying to live.
And to my niece Kay, who struggles with this daily.
And to Sharon, a dear online friend and her teenaged
I loved, and who lived his entire life with the horrible pain of migraine.
For whom there was never a solution good enough, to
help get him out from under the hideous pain.
He lived his entire life into his thirties trying to run
from it until the combined “solutions” got the best
of him.
He died at home one night, alone in his room...
Just trying to live.
And to my niece Kay, who struggles with this daily.
And to Sharon, a dear online friend and her teenaged
daughter Caitlin, who have to rearrange life
every single day to accommodate this wretched painful
disease. Each of you have brought the reality of this
horrible illness to me in a very real way.
God Bless you all, and may one day you be free
of it.
every single day to accommodate this wretched painful
disease. Each of you have brought the reality of this
horrible illness to me in a very real way.
God Bless you all, and may one day you be free
of it.
I loved not only the poem, but mostly the painting. I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Deborah.
Chuck's life was cut short. I think about the loneliness of this illness.
He lived a lonely tortured life and that set him apart. No young person
should have to live this way an entire life time. It breaks my heart.
Since I wrote these two poems submitted, a writing friend of mine
suddenly developed horrendous headaches that they are trying to figure
out. She's a vibrant, full of life Newfoundlander who has virtually dropped
all familiar in life presently, for the 'unknown pain' that seems to be over-
taking life for her. Her name is Bonnie, so if you're a praying person...
tuck in an extra for her if you would.
My sister has what she calls "sick headaches" that are coming more
frequently than ever & I worry.
Although I know the pain of migraine headaches because I used to
suffer them, they were nothing compared to the ones that plague
my sweet friends and loved ones.
My heart goes out to anyone with these debilitating, pain-infesting
illnesses.
yes, Linda; I know the pain all too well myself. And I am a praying person. I will certainly tuck that prayer in for your friend.
My best to you and yours
Deborah
Thank you, Deborah.
and... here's a gentle {{{hug}}} for
your painful days.
Take care