This poem is a migraine poem. I wrote it with a migraine about migraine onset. Shattered Blue, black, and red stars dance behind the
So I had a horrible migraine stretch and I tried everything I could to temper the migraine. Nada. Nothing worked. I tried it again. And
A poem I wrote after my first suicide attempt. Keep in mind I refer to madness as the fact we are expected to endure and
This poem is something I wrote a few years ago for a migraine poetry contest. I have posted it again because the poem is about
365 365 days one year 365 days to persevere 365 unshed tears Pain corrodes and interferes 365 migraine days 365 days pain crazed 365 in
I am a bit isolated lately. And this poem reflects that. The Bright Will you talk to me about what goes on in the light?