The BrightWill you talk to me about what goes on in the light?Beyond my shimmering, shaking sight?I will tell you of the moonbeamsOf colorful, iridescent silent streamsIf you will just tell me what goes on in the brightSo far out of my sight.I will tell you how I captured thunder in my skullHow lightning is contained within me without lullIf you will tell me the secrets outside my windowSo far beyond my sorrow.
A migraine poem I wrote for a page I admin (Migraineur Misfits). We often share articles and information about migraines. Anything to spread awareness. I only write poetry when I feel really inspired to really. And I was struck with inspiration last night about isolation, pain, auras and this idea of yearning for a communication of what is going on beyond the darkness of where I am confined in times of migraine.
This is the image I pieced together for it: