poetry

atypical migraine

atypical migraine

each time
the brain storm strikes
I wonder
if I’ll ever be the same

each time
after it’s over
I retest my malfunctioning faculties:
once again
I can read
I can think
I can speak
I can feel my hand –
these are all
plenty to celebrate:
I’ve been spared
again

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