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Honorable Mention:
Migraine Milestones
by
Dorrie
Philbeck
The onset of
puberty I first complained,
these terrible headaches kept me detained,
with each monthly PMS curse also came
the commencement of this horrid migraine.
Our family physician did quickly proclaim,
"It's your sinuses that are to blame."
He immediately sought to 'cure' my pain,
"Just take these sinus pills," he explained.
This treatment my mother sought to maintain,
wringing her hands, trying to hide her disdain,
she brought cold washcloths to lay over my brain.
Clearly, this therapy could not long sustain,
I was soon taking aspirin like sugarcane
trying to get rid of this frightful migraine.
Thus began the long search for a cure,
each new phase I learned to endure,
I learned how to cope when life seemed so unsure,
in counting my blessings I felt more secure.
Suffering today under this icepack
my throbbing head giving me no slack,
feeling the next moment my head's going to crack
now fearful from learning that's not a wisecrack.
Oh, how long do I have to endure this attack?!?
Then my dear granddaughter sits down by my bed
offering sweet prayers for my aching head,
she's often seen Papa with me bow his head,
"Bring healing and comfort, Lord," he's many times said.
The Lord gives me strength to get through this pain,
His promises help me feel whole again,
love will sustain me, that's why I proclaim
this inhumane migraine will not win the game!
© 2002
As I Write I Cry
by Lamar Causey
Please,
you must accept my apology.
See I am sick in a way I cannot comprehend
As I write I cry.
At the most inopportune times pain is unleashed.
The fall into the dark cave occurs
Or the rise to heavenly heights ascends.
All control is absent and by the wayside, as an aside, in a play.
It is left when it should be right
It is sad when it should be happy.
Searching desperately for the solitude in the center of the being.
Watch, for it is alone and allusive
And passes as a shadow in the ebony.
The Red God in the core of the soul knows the shadow.
The Red God knows spiraling pain
The Red God knows abject confusion.
The Red God offers no answers.
I alone must accept the disease.
© 2002
One Tear
by SoftBreezeMe
One tear falls on my
cheek...
the pain so severe I can not even speak...
I toss and turn, hoping for the pain to stop
but another tear, I feel it drop.
I pray for healing from our Father above,
"Can you help me?" Please send relief...
But the pain in my head robs like a thief.
I close my eyes and wait for an "end"
but instead I see flashes of light just bend.
By this time my face is twisted from the pain,
and one tear falls again and again.
© 2002
Codeine
by Linette Schreiber
Flowery plant, sticky gum
powdery thurifer of calm,
petals of perfect peace, relief
somniferous and sanctified.
Vessel
of Mercy
bear me away--
in celestial towers let me sway,
until the boiling seas recede--
Regenerate my physiology!
Until
the searing swords wax dull,
Sedate my body and my soul!
© 2002
My Mom's Migraine Pains
by Michael Haynes
Sometimes it makes me
sad,
when my moms head hurts real bad,
And all that she's been through,
I still say I love you,
to her.
And she is so nice,
that she's made of sugar and spice,
and I won't be mad, if she's hurting so
bad.
And I hope someday,
her migraines will go away,
because I pray and pray,
that it would go away,
someday.
I hope they will find a cure,
about it, I am really sure.
© 2002
You Scourge!
by Dee Schenersmann
You come without warning,
strong with no pity,
affecting the lives of the scared and unwitting.
You ravage our lives;
there’s no circumventing,
a pain so intense and so unrelenting.
The feelings that follow
your initial sting,
bring on the winter and end thoughts of spring.
You scourge! Leave me;
return never again.
That is the Migraineur’s constant chagrin.
God bless us all who suffer
this curse,
one day may we write without pain in our verse.
© 2002
Migraine...
by Jasmine Walton
Pain...
Freight Train...
Remain...
Sustain...
Nothing to gain
Neurologists,
Psychologists,
Specialists
Memberships,
Subscriptions,
Prescriptions
Devices,
Diaries,
Triggers
HMO,
PPO...
Eastern,
Western
Philosophy
Can't eat...
Hungry...
Wait, that might cause...
Oh, no!!!
Here it comes
Vice grip...
Slouch...
Cold...
Hot...
Damn the light...
Misery
Welcome darkness,
Relief?
NO...
Can't even sleep
Missed work...
Missed life
No empathy
From family,
From coworkers,
From friends
Sufferers
Support,
Understand,
Listen...
Love...
And I thank God for you!
© 2002
Mommy's Love
by Trace Fletcher
You had a name, before
conceived
I wanted a girl, I had to believe
I tried and tried, it finally came true
I was to have a girl, it would be you.
Blond hair, blur eyes, ten fingers and toes
You were perfect right down to your cute little nose
You were as I imagined for a long, long time
you were finally here, and you were mine
Being your mother, was always a dream
>From God above, he sent you to me
He sent you to me, to love and to care
A Mother's love, that would always be there
I tried to love and to nurture you
The way that any mother would do
You'd cry and fuss, sometimes all night
I'd do anything and everything, to make it right
Finally it was me who could comfort and calm
The baby girl, who trusted her mom
Through the years, it remained the same
The outside world, brought heartache and pain
They couldn't understand what they could not see
They'd whisper, point fingers, and always blame me
Yes I was guilty, guilty of course
For I was your mother, and I was divorced
I always stayed strong, for you I was there
Alone in my room, the pain to much to bare
Whenever you were hurting or had a bad day
I would put on a smile, to make it go away
We got married, bought a house, had a baby and moved
only to find again, we had been fooled
They understood, no more than the others
Again came the blame, pointed fingers from another
Through it all, one thing was for sure
It was you and me kid, just like before
Through all the heartache, the pain and the tears
Mommy would save you, protect and hold near
We went through a lot, and we could put it behind
Mommy was there, a way out I would find
For all the looks and whispers that incurred
I had won the battle, my voice had been heard
Things were good, better than ever before
Then came the darkness, knocking at my door
In the midst of the battle , that I thought I'd won
Then came this battle, defense, I had none
I didn't see it coming, I couldn't prepare
The darkness, the pain, it was already there
I could no longer comfort and calm
That little girl, who once trusted her Mom
My tears won't help, my prayers not heard
Lord help me to help her, I need answered
I try and I try, Lord can't you see
Please bring my little girl back to me
In my dreams I see you run, skip, and play
No more screaming or yelling, not more bad days
If I could quiet your head, you know that I would
I would cease your rage, if only I could
You are my life, my heart and soul
Oh what I would give to make you whole
There will be more tears, more pain, more heartache to come
Mommy will always be there, no matter how long
© 2002
O Migraine!
by
FragrantLight
Migraine taking over,
Pain engulfing me,
Throbbing in waves
From my temples.
Washing me, covering me,
Catch me up in the tide
Of suffering, thought suspended,
Life on hold.
Tape softly playing,
Bed gently rocking,
Lulling me hopefully
To sleep, where pain can't reach me.
Hoping, when I wake
It will be over,
With the help of God,
Lifted beyond the realm of pain.
© 2002
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