Walking The Divide

just is

Hello Darkness

My old friend

Once again

I embrace you

With open arms.

And yet

Some people

Are afraid of you.

As if

A mischievous member

Of the aos sí 

Were playing a trick

Upon them.

Turning on

Every single light

For a five minute task

In a near empty room

Before leaving

With the lights on.

Yeah right

Like this would make

A huge difference

For them.

Sheesh.

While

I am cringing

In a corner

From light pollution

Of the worse kind.

Groping

In blind panic

For my polarized glasses

And momentary relief

From the daggers

In my eyes.

Cursing my photosensitive

For umpteen time

In my life.

But

That's another day

And today is

Now.

As I sit

In a darken room

Healing from

My latest migraine.

Letting your comforting embrace

Soothe my soul

In it's aura of peace

And tranquility. 

By letting my inner self

Find that rare space

To breathe.

Before facing the world

Once more.

Author's Note

Thoughts on a Wednesday morning, after a two day bout with a migraine.

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

I am sorry about your migraine but you did a really good job drawing the reader in with your imagery creating curious questions until you reveal the photosensitive aspects of migraines. Sometimes the dark can be a comfort from the pain.

[therisa]

Thank you, Icelandicblue, for your kind words and review. Often, I leave my apartment, in what I call "gothic gloom", allowing me, to live my life, in semi-darkness, during the daylight hours.

[Lyn Anderson]

Very interesting. At first I was wondering where it was going, and then the light dawned on me --
I think you meant photo-sensitivity, but out of curiosity, I am coming up blank on the aos si

[therisa]

Thank you, KL. Yes, I was writing my extreme photo-sensitivity, I am blessed with, worsen by taking Cymbalta, for my depression, anxiety and PTSD.

Aos si, is the gaelic name for the fey (fairies).

[Lyn Anderson]

ok thanks for explaining.

[therisa]

Your welcome.