Migraines suck. If you have never experienced one- you should hope you never have to. Really bad headaches, I mean the kind that make you want to vomit (no alcohol involved) - they are terrible too. But a few aspirin and a nap later and those tend to go away. These types of headaches tend to be from dehydration or tension and stress.
Migraines are ninja, vampires and evil witches, all rolled up into one. They can arrive after a change in atmospheric pressure, weather changes, anxiety, lack of sleep, too much caffeine and even a bout of allergies. They are not comparative, for every one is different with one underlying commonality- the extreme pain.
Today- I had another of my sometimes frequent- yet, more often than not, sporadic- migraine storms. It was not pleasant. I decided to write two poems- An Ode to the Episode (the migraine event) and Collisions of Consciousness (how it feels at the beginning of a migraine episode).
I wrote them to give a little insight to anyone who does not quite understand, when someone they know says "Oh crap, I feel a migraine coming on." It is an experience like no other. And basically, it sucks, I mean literally of energy, and figuratively. Its a stealthy destroyer of days and a cackling illumination of sound and sight- both debilitating and scary. It's the trifecta of suckage.
Collisions of Consciousness
two glass marbles
tink as they make contact
almost silent, yet a vibration occurs
until, with larger billiard balls
there is a crack
as if
they were attempting to shatter glass
the slow, increasing
ripple of splitting
each impact
a conscious collision
a non-choice to disrupt
displace
disturb
the settled energy
in the room
eyes take in the sight
iris' dilating
absorbing the light, refraction
reflection of atoms of radiance
waves of color
reverberating like the sounds
of marbles
billiard balls
colliding
forcing the air out of the space
each a story of shock waves
emanating
outward
a source of power
vicious
tink, crack
echoing science
with an insight both
visual and auditory
Ode to an Episode
migraines visceral
like a deliberate dismantling
of wits
aura's flashing
peripheral wiggling
disorientation
stomach ache arrives
a guttural shift of physicality
no longer cohesive
now a segment of focus
tightening, deep, brutal
tingling skull
then fingers numb
tap tap tapping
into a sensation of
empty existence
vision narrows
to a tiny speck
of who you were
a flicker of self
you close your eyes
feel the weight of it all
as the whole
pierces your soul
then you sleep
and wake up with a headache
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