A corner of my head
where I can have some peace.
No more blinding light
No more rings and bands
No more quiet walls
No more...
Set me free. ... Read more
In my body.
A will of my own.
I want...
I wait...
when I am tired,
when I hurt,
when I feel.
Does the pain make me alive?
With pain am I alive?
Cocooned.
Waiting, chrysali
for my my emergence.
Each
year, we conduct the Putting Our Heads Together Poetry Contest to bring together
people with AND without Migraine disease and headaches to share our thoughts and
expressions. This contest is held in April, National Poetry Month.
Selecting the winners is difficult at best because they're all "winners."
Yes, that sounds trite,... Read more