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.
