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
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.
Thank you so much. There’s something comforting in the common ground that people share, even in invisible illness. No one is truly alone. 💕