Cascade- A Migraine Poem

In honour of spring and migraine season, here is a migraine poem I wrote. It is about the surreal experience of the aura while waiting for the bombardment of the pain. Something about that aura is so intense and can be complicated. But then that pain…

Cascade

Her world cascaded
With sharp edges and fine lines.
Raindrops of gold paraded
Across a sky of harsh lines.

Ripples and waves,
Flickered and danced.
While the seas of orange heatwaves
Warped and pranced.

“You will never see
The shining, undulating sea.
Nor hold, hold your stance,
As you feel the spark advance.
The growing sharpness behind the eyes
With all these shining lights and their lies.

Fireworks with their light, glorious and bright,
Never flash and dance in silence.
They come with bite. They come with might.
With their sudden bangs of violence.

“But you will never see raindrops
Of gold
Cascading
Invading…
Taking hold…”

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