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A TWINGE OF PAIN
I AM RUNNING THROUGH A DEAFENING FOG
MY HEART POUNDS WITH FEAR
HE IS COMING
I LOOK BACK OVER MY SHOULDER
MY ATTACKER CAN'T BE SEEN
I FEEL HIM CLOSE
I LOOK AHEAD
THERE HE IS
HE GRABS MY SHOULDERS
HE FORCES HIMSELF INTO MY HEAD
HIS STEEL STUDDED CLEATS DIG IN
MY SKULL IS HIS RACE TRACK
A MEAT GRINDER SHREDS MY BRAIN
I BEAT MY HEAD TO FORCE THE INTRUDER OUT
A TEAR ROLLS DOWN MY TORTURED FACE
MY CHILDREN KNOW
"MOMMY HAS A HEADACHE AGAIN"
MY HEART BREAKS
THE CARTOONS GO OFF
THEY BECOME THE MOM
I BECOME THE CHILD
THE CHILD RUNNING THROUGH THE DEAFENING FOG

© 2002

In the dark of night, it will come.
Without pity, it lays claim.
Like a silent enemy, it attacks, not all, only some.
Selective it is, with careful aim.
Not just anyone is favored.
Yet, the encounter is usually the same.
The ending savored.

In the dark of night, who can we blame?
The pain and agony, we shall endure.
We are heard with a silent scream.
I will not give justification and tell its name.
It will come again that is for sure.
To split our heads like a seam.

In the dark of night, it has come.
We escape to our safe, silent and private place.
We can not hide. It will molest our lives yet once more.
By the grace of God, we will win this race.

In the dark of night, who can we blame?
Do not look at us in disbelief when we seek support.
Do not send us away. Oh, what a shame.
Do not give us grief.
We demand respect, dignity, help - relief.

In the dark of night, who can be blamed?
No one.
We will fight this battle in our own way.
We will not be maimed.
With a heart filled with faith and never-ending resolve.
We will learn about our adversary and seek support.
With hope and prayer, we hold our ground.

Not to be taken from this life we hold so dear.
In all battles, some are lost.
My friends, we will not pay that cost.
Family, friends, hospitals and doctors all will have a role.

Soon, I hope; this pain is taking its toll.
As a team, we shall prevail. Together we will regain life.
We will overcome this painful strife.
We fight this courageous battle
with a two edged sword of determination
and the required, but unwanted, chemical medication.

In the dark of night, it will come.
Our adversary, invisible to all,
felt by few - a demon straight from hell.
The name of our foe is well known.
Moreover, it's name, I will now tell.
You have all heard it before -
It is a DISEASE and its name is MIGRAINE.

(Inspired and written under the influence of a migraine.)

© 2002

I wasn't looking for a fight this eve, but it came upon me anyway.
It came upon me slowly at first, sneaking up in search of prey.
With no remorse or intent beyond the wracking of my cerebellum,
It drew in close upon my sinus, perched upon my nasal column.
There it strayed not a wit or whim, never did it call for traction.
All it sought was in my suffering, pleased in its own distraction.
Further it dove until it hit the wall, stopping at once to meet the contest.
"I don't need this!" I exclaimed, and grabbed the medicine without jest.
But such a clever predator would not be stopped by that mere pale,
It ripped its way through my blockade, and set upon my brain to rail.
I pulled my hair, I grit my teeth, I cried out, "Stop!" in pain,
I even rolled upon the ground, but all my effort was in vain.
The beast, it had me, knowing well, the strength it had would hold.
But I had something it hadn't guessed yet, something of which it was never told.
I forgot to take my lunch, you see, and that had caused my ache.
The lack of fuel into my body, that had been my one mistake.
I worked too hard, I forgot to eat, and low blood sugar was the culprit.
All I needed was some food, perhaps a sandwich or a biscuit.
Once I had some intake there, resting in my gullet full,
The claws of the thing simply let go, and slid away without a pull.
So, in my leaving you with this, you might consider all need be done,
Is find the cause, take care of it quick, and your Thud might be very well gone.

© 2002

Once I felt like the mighty Oak,
My arms were strong and reached
beyond my wildest hopes.
I lived as a single mother and that was "ok'
If God wanted me to marry, He would send him my way.
We met, my soul mate of just four years,
and now our family has grown through those few years.
I had been to doctors who told me why my headaches were so unbearable...
but now I learned the meaning of a new word,
Migraine ... that's what I have,
and for years I had endured them, the Oak tree was sad.
This pas year was the worst, every branch had been shaken...
but before I knew it I was about to be broken.
What I thought was a simple Migraine behind my right eye,
my doctor said "no" and then explained why.
We looked at the x-rays and there it was ...
an aneurysm he said in a soft but hollow voice.
It was in that very moment that my life would NEVER be the same
for God had reminded me that He is King.
No longer an Oak tree, no not me ...
for I am as small as a acorn of that I can see.
My Faith is now with the Father for He is all things,
and no amount of pain I suffer will ever be greater than His.

© 2002

The sluggish blood beats
through the battlefield of Braintree--
It trounces, then retreats,
like the sea's ebb and flow.

This physiological storm
never-ending, but climaxing--
at least bimonthly pulsing
with ceremonial woe

(Which side will win the electrical charge?)
The blood thrusts offensive;
resisting vessels groan,
Through the cry of pain pounds
its dreaded, drumming drone.

It's the Battle of the Bulge
re-enacted in my head!
It began with fireworks,
but ended up with me in bed!

Soon, will be a truce--
Peace will rules the waves,
and I'll gracefully retreat
to pharmaceutical enclaves!

There will be a lull--
The Treaty of Anodyne,
Till the Enemy assails me,
yet another time!  

(This account of agony
seems flowery and facile,
'cause writing with a migraine,
is too much of a hassle!)

© 2002

I had this incredible dream
The world was different
Almost normal it would seem
Almost Heaven sent

My madness in my mind
No longer existed
All was well I did find
Sadness was resisted

Alas I woke from this dream to see
A world around me not as free
But you my friend were there
Giving me solace comforting my despair.

© 2002

© 2002

As I sit in vain
Watching my loved one in pain
Wandering what they are going through
I feel so helpless not knowing what to do
I am there for them wandering, should I go
Or should I stay. I want to be there for them
I will give them all the support I can. I will give
Them hugs, I will keep the house quite as I can
I will get their medicine, I will take them to the
Doctor if need be. I will be there for them through
Thick or thin, most of all I will be there to Love them
No matter what the deal. I will never say "You are a pain"
I will always say "I will love you forever" I would give my life
To be able to take away the pain so my loved one would be able
To live a normal, healthy life and not wander when the monster is
Going to attack again. I will dedicate my life to helping them so they can be as pain free as possible.

(This is dedicated to Lisa Marcellus, the LOVE of my Life and soon to be my wife.)

© 2002

What is this pain that's coming on
my head feels heavy like a ton
I say, "please headache, please be gone
today was my day for having fun

I've looked forward to this day
and now you have to come to pay
a visit when I don't need you
please disappear, don't make me blue

Why do you come at all I ask
you make my life such a task
I don't need you anytime
whatever did I do that was such a crime?

No time is a good time for me
why can't I be migraine free
I ask this question every week
when my migraine starts to peak

The pain mucks up my life you see
it makes me sick and I cannot see
when will it all end I pray
my life is like the colour grey

Now I awake, and it's the next day
I'm free, I yell, it's gone away
but I feel tired and washed out
but I'm always like this after a 'bout

But I feel so good without any pain
until it happens all over again
but I'll make the most of what I can get
and talk to my friends that I've met on the net

They all know what it's about
to have your head turn inside-out
and outside-in and back to front
and lay in bed and groan and grunt

And now I wait in anticipation
like a lot of people 'round the nation
of waiting ‘til that dreaded day
these migraines come again to stay

But as for now, I'm free from pain
to walk in the sun, or run in the rain
and this is how it is suppose to be
to venture out with my family

I just hope I don't pass it on
to see my daughter or my son
curled up in a ball holding their head
in a dark room on their bed 

But if that happens I'll be there
to love and hold them and tell them I care
but in the meantime, taking meds
helps some of us with our heads

Not that they really do much you see
but if sleep comes, that's good for me
'cause if I can sleep the pain away
all I do is lose a day

Or two or three what does it matter
plus some of these meds tend to make you fatter
but if they really help the pain
then they're better than nothing to keep you sane

So to all my friends that suffer so
I would just like to let you know
that there are many of us out there
that these migraines are not rare

One day they will come up with a solution
to stop this pain that's like a pollution
and help us out and get rid of our pain
so we can live a normal life again!

© 2002

From the blues you just come
No warning sound, just like a thief
Afraid because no-one ever welcomes you
At least have human respect will you
Who feels it knows it

Morning sickness, malaria you are worst
What can I compare you with, just cant
Too painful, unbearable and very insane
Making them vomit, cry and all that
Who feels it knows it

Should know everyone hates your habit
Visitations like yours, just like that
Numbing the tongue and cooling the hands
Not knowing what's next, just puts me off
Who feels it knows it

Indescribable frontal, sided even back
Attacking on all sides, just too tactful
Many have gone still you are unsatisfied
Be brave you're not alone in this fight
Who feels it knows it

© 2002

As I sit here in the morning, it's always on my mind
Will I make through the day or end up crying inside
Always on the edge, looking for the signs
Will  I make it through the day, waiting for the pain.

The pain strikes like a knife I knew I wouldn't make it
Tears run down my  face as I try and find  some guidance
God, why is my life like this, what did I do so wrong
I know in my heart you will give me the strength
To make it through and carry on

Hiding in the dark, it's always on my mind
How long will I have to hide to get it to subside
Feel the vise squeezing tighter on my head
In the corner, in the dark wishing I was dead

Finally it's time to rest after withstanding so much pain
I see a light from the door, someone is coming for me
Who's hand is that reaching for me am I alive or dead
The touch of the hand and peace of the voice
singing in my head
Slowly drifting off to sleep not knowing who was here.

© 2002

Why don't you leave me alone.....
I don't want you to come to me today....
I want you to stay away....
Ye Old Migraine.....
Please leave me alone...
I want to have my life back...
You know the one that I used to have....
Before you came into my life and stole my life away....
Ye Old Migraine....
Please go away and stay away....from me.....
I want to go out and see my friends....
I want to be able to smile and have fun....
But no....Ye Old Migraine....is here to stay....

© 2002