Will you talk to me about what goes on in the light?
Beyond my shimmering, shaking sight?
I will tell you of the moonbeams
Of colorful, iridescent silent streams
If you will just tell me what goes on in the bright
So far out of my sight.
I will tell you how I captured thunder in my skull
How lightning is contained within me without lull
If you will tell me the secrets outside my window
So far beyond my sorrow.
This is another migraine related poem I have written for a Facebook (Migraineur Misfits) site I help admin for. We try to raise awareness about migraines by posting articles and images. I was struck by a moment of inspiration and wrote this piece about isolation, pain and auras. This yearning to know what goes on in every day life while I am trapped at home in the dark. Here is the image I pieced together for it: