Cool
Quiet
Shades pulled down
Cool cloth on eyes
Steady stabs of pain
Hours ticking slowly by
Rolling waves of nausea
Waiting, riding it out, praying
Relief will come, eyes will open to
A fresh, bright world that’s free from all pain
And I have survived another migraine.
k8edid 
Bless your hear, K8edid! Hope you have a nice, calm, sound sleep…
bless your heart!
Wow, K8. This is great! Are you still battling the migraine? I hope you feel better soon. And the picture of the hamster is perfect. Ok. I’ll be quiet now. Shhhhh……
I’m feeling better now, Lenore, thanks. I thought the hampster was cute.
feel better soon…poetry.
Thanks, that migraine was night before last – just a memory now, thank goodness.
Very nice etheree! Wishing you more cool and quiet…shhhh….
The funny thing is, I can’t stand total quiet, either. Then I am so focused on the pain. I usually have a fan on and just a little noise of some kind. But better now, thanks.
Me too. My migraines are so intense I have to bury my head in a pillow, turn on the a/c and shut my eyes for the rest of the day.
oooooh, I hope it goes away. Bless your heart.
Thanks.
I admire the beegebers out of you that you could post such a perfect picture and poem about migraines when, I deduce, you were in the midst of one.
I know the storm it causes. I have had them all my life. All things change–pain eventually goes away. I’m with you and so are a lot of folks.
Lorna, thanks. I wrote that in the hang-over phase that I get with my medicine – the pain is gone but the brain is a little mushy. I know a lot of people suffer, and I don’t have nearly as many as I used to, thank goodness. I’m back to my usually snarky self today. Just so many posts to read!!!
You have my empathy! Dark washclothes and white noise (waves on shore) help me. I understand about not dealing with quiet. Hope you feel better soon. BTW – luved the picture and poem.
I am amazed at how many creative folks suffer from migraines….
My heart goes out to you! I’ve never had a migraine–knock on wood–but my daughter gets them and when it comes on, I know it’s awful. Loved your poem, btw. Very creative!
Thanks, Monica…