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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
