I wrote this poem a while ago, during a migraine that happened during one of the hardest times of my life. Today was a difficult day, and I went back and edited this poem. I am sharing it more as an anthem for others who may be struggling right now, and who need to know that they are not alone. We all have times when we feel that there is little we can do but survive. After a long winter, when the flowers start to bloom, sometimes surviving is enough. In looking back at that time, and forward to seeing Maddy in less than two weeks, I offer this poem.
Constant blinding pain
Flowing through your veins
Building up in the capillaries
Flowing through the synapses
Stopping for a while to pressurize
Creating blockages of the mind and heart
Cascading views bring the colors of agony
Flooding along the energy lines
Meridians of darting, slamming, drudging pain
And none of it is mine; it all is simply my legacy
To the children I love more than life
And to whom I leave nothing but the slaughter of their nerves and minds.
I love you, and hope that my pain will somehow shield you,
Or at least teach you how to survive it.