All Entries to the 2008 Migraine and Headache Poetry Contest

ladibugcrazi

The UnPerson In My Head

I can feel it coming, the terrorist that steals my days;How I try to fight the battle and not to give up my thoughts and ways. The control it seems to have, gets ever stronger by the hour;Soon I become the "UnPerson" having lost any, if not all of the power. I could try to make believe that there's a chance for relief; the... Read more Chevron

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PiscesNan

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Define the Moment

How does Paindefine this moment?The pinpoint that spreadsout and in.It negatesall desire,except to befree ofthe pain.And yet,it is withinthat I go,completelyself-centered.Work through,go within,medicate,obfuscate,the pain.Ignore it?No,it has,something to tellme. Somethingveiled,on the edge,beyond,my tiny reach,(I will no longer shoulder the burden)

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Brynnwriter

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The Thorn

Like unsavory memories of a bad love affair, you cling to me.Like scraping sounds of nails on blackboards, you mark your... Read more Chevron

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Eileen Gray

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A day in the life.....

Frova not working,Pain is still lurking,Nauseous and dizzy for days. Looking for pills,As my head swells,I can't stay like this all day! Three hours away from Status Migraine,And finally - a break!Second Frova kicked in,What a day this has been,Now finally! I can get some sleep!

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A Rare Day

Home for a flying visit,I spent a rare day with my mother.We passed a pleasant morningAt a concert,Listening to Brahms.Not a coffee drinker, at intermission I had a cup,Strong and dark,Because that was all they had. We meandered, talking, Until my mother suggested lunch."Here's a good place", she said ...... Read more Chevron

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