Mon. Jul 1st, 2024

In the realm where pain takes hold,
A tale unfolds, a story untold.
Migraine, a phantom in the mind,
A neurological dance, not always kind.

Intense pain, a throbbing beat,
One-sided drumming, a relentless feat.
A symphony of anguish, a pulsating grace,
In the caverns of the head, it finds its space.

Hours to days, the torment persists,
A marathon of pain, the soul insists.
Debilitating whispers, shadows in the light,
Daily activities in the clutches, held tight.

Sensitivity blooms, a delicate flower,
To light, a fear, a heightened power.
Sounds, a symphony of discordant notes,
In the migraine’s grasp, the spirit floats.

Nausea rises, a turbulent sea,
Vomiting echoes, a plea to be free.
Symptoms entwined, a dance macabre,
In the migraine waltz, the body harbors.

Before the storm, an aura’s glow,
A cosmic prelude, a mystical show.
Flashing lights, zigzag lines that weave,
A kaleidoscope of senses, a prelude to grieve.

Genetic threads weave the tale,
Environment whispers, a nuanced trail.
Neurological ballet, a dance of fate,
Migraine’s canvas, a complex state.

Stress, hormones, foods that tease,
Sleep’s absence, environmental seas.
Triggers myriad, a diverse array,
In the migraine’s shadow, they hold sway.

Two faces, two masks it wears,
A duality that life impairs.
Without an aura, a silent storm,
Within, a tempest takes its form.

With aura’s grace, a visual play,
A fleeting dance, a moment’s sway.
Symphony and spectacle, a dual decree,
Migraine’s tapestry, a mystery to see.

Lifestyle changes, a hopeful key,
Triggers unmasked, from shadows free.
Medications weave a calming spell,
A sanctuary sought, where pain may quell.

In this labyrinth of ache and strife,
A plea emerges for a gentler life.
Consult, oh sufferer, with hearts sincere,
A healthcare guide, a partner near.

Migraine, a chapter, a book unfolds,
In the story of life, its narrative holds.
Through the pain, the journey trod,
Seeking relief, in the symphony of the demigod.

By Sarva G

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