This poem is a migraine poem. I wrote it with a migraine about migraine onset. Shattered Blue, black, and red stars dance behind the
This poem is presented to you by vertigo:
Time Lost days, melded into decades. Concentration, focus slid away. Memories erode and it all fades, Locked in infinite pain, time’s prey.
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
This poem Can you see? was written in a time when I had an indifferent doctor and an employer who say me as, essentially, a
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
A fellow fibromyalgia member sent me this poem. It rings so true to our experiences and it is a wonderful piece. So much so
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
Functional Functional Put on a mask. Smile. Blend in. But different under the skin. Writhing, seething, beast of pain within. Adjust the mask. Smile. Functional.
I have not written a poem in quite some time. I blame it on the depression to be honest. High pain and depression sort
In seeps the night In creeps the darkness Where I triumph in day, It cannot stay, not today In seeps the night In creeps the
My most recent chronic illness inspired poem. Window to the Soul Beneath this wall A pit of suffering Hidden from all, Blinding and writhing
A Whisper Away Just a whisper away Pain’s hidden tears Smiles with edges that fray Silence weighs the fears Pain’s hidden