On The Frontline

Migraine headache, on a long weekend.

Once more

It returns

With a pre-emptive attack

Upon waking up.

Each new sound

Is an artillery shell

Lobbed

With pinpoint accuracy

Onto the battlefield.

Blinding me

In a haze

Of intense chronic pain

Over my third eye.

Seeking refuge

In the healing darkness

Of silence

Within my apartment.

Never knowing

When true relief

Will ever come

With a migraine.

As the tears

Stain my face

And pillows.

In leaving me

A widow

On this May

Long weekend.

Unofficial start

To summer

In Canada.

Author's Note

Originally written, May 18, 2015.