A familiar companion

{Pain is a curious phenomenon. Migraines are even more disturbing. They play with your mind and make you doubt the existence of your own self. Maybe I like it. I find my relationship with migraine very sick at times.}

High on pain bzz
Nothing matters
Anymore.

This world is a little oblique
And my guts are in sweet agony.

I pop two more pills pshh
And a splash of water.

I close my eyes:
My inner realm
Is fizzy and buzzing,
Trying to expand.

I don’t smile
But I don’t care.
I shiver maybe
But honestly,
I’m almost content.

I have moments of calm
Between the waves.

Soft and mellow
And round like a pillow
Where my painful head
Can rest
Before it rises again.

Sometimes I wonder
If I loathe or if I love
My pains and my very loyal
Migraines.