Writing with a Migraine
is an exercise in willpower.
Sunglare wince.
I must get this
down
before pain,
disorientation,
confusion hits.
Before eyes
can’t distinguish
one key from another,
see past the sparkle,
the visual aura –
the first warning.
Slow keystrokes,
deliberate, pull
muddled thought
down the arms, out
reluctant fingers;
stunned, heavy eyes.
Done then?
A nap to wash away
pain. Hide under
pillow, something soft
to sooth. Clouds move in.
Rain taps the roof.
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