It's there but it's not
A pale shadow in the realm of everyday life
Ignore it and it will vanish
Look to close and it will envelop you whole.
Every single minute of every single day
The ghost whose name is "migraine"
Plots and schemes from within
To overcome, overpower, to succeed, to win.
It's a back and forth battle
About power and pain
Dominance is the prize
With control the name of the game.
Some folks are lucky and some are not
The difference plain to see on your face
If the ghost is in charge
There's no place anywhere left to hide.
For it consumes every aspect
Every moment, every thought
The fallout is horrific
Fun and pleasure it is not.
For those who keep fighting
This ghost of pain and despair
Take heart in the world changing
Surely someone out there must care!
To be or not to be from Shakesperian time
Is the daily mantra we sing
We must outrun the "demons" and
Pray someday "migraine" will have no way to win.
