Migraine comes unwanted.

Like Spring and Winter

In a tug-of-war

Migraine is the rope.

Like Past and Future

In a clash of wills.

Migraine numbs desire.

Like a blacksmith’s

fire and bellows

Migraine hammers the anvil.

Like the Ebb and Flow

of ocean waves

Migraine pounds 

And finally recedes.


One thought on “March 19, 2016

  1. My first reaction is that migraine doesn’t deserve this amount of attention. migraine won’t appreciate your words, but as a fellow sufferer, I most certainly do. Your effective use of repetition in your poem stands as symbolism for the recurring pain a migraine delivers. On the other side of the migraine you have written well. Hope you stay that way…

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