The morning becomes a symphony of pain

With cymbals crashing behind my eyes

As the headache builds to a crescendo

I seek the calm of breath, my own movement to legato

Punctuated by uncomfortable intrusions

My mind feels covered

Enveloped in heavy clouds

That will never let the rain fall

And I wish for rest that can heal

Moving through these days that demand

Perpetual motion ~ Caroline A. Slee

Heavy Clouds

2 thoughts on “Heavy Clouds

  1. You have captured fibromyalgia. I don’t have that particular affliction, but I have many friends who do. I do have chronic pain issues and can relate to this piece. As always, I appreciate your work.

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