poem for someone
30 Minutes/Purgatory
The World screams in my ear,
a conflagration of pain,
iron spikes driving into my skull,
sixty pounds of pressure
confronting my brain.
My eyes tell me "I'm not OK."
Swift release brings
numbness
and a loss of motor control,
tingling lips, pins and needle fingers,
and a hundred pound left foot
get in my way.
Freedom
and unconsciousness arrive together.
The strings are cut,
down goes the puppet,
head starts twitching sinister,
eyes flutter with dilated pupils.
A bright face before me, smiling,
calling me back, with love.
Strong hands cradling my head,
bringing me home from the neurological hell
that is Sporadic Hemiplegic Migraines.
The World screams in my ear,
a conflagration of pain,
iron spikes driving into my skull,
sixty pounds of pressure
confronting my brain.
My eyes tell me "I'm not OK."
Swift release brings
numbness
and a loss of motor control,
tingling lips, pins and needle fingers,
and a hundred pound left foot
get in my way.
Freedom
and unconsciousness arrive together.
The strings are cut,
down goes the puppet,
head starts twitching sinister,
eyes flutter with dilated pupils.
A bright face before me, smiling,
calling me back, with love.
Strong hands cradling my head,
bringing me home from the neurological hell
that is Sporadic Hemiplegic Migraines.