Migraine Headache

Bright as the brightest
Of lights
In stringed rays
Of white, laced with red and blue
They dance, as they blind me
At the corners of my eyes
Brilliant and beautiful
They radiate
But I, their beauty cannot behold
‘Cos they are heralds of Pain
Of Migraine, to ruin my day
With Headache excruciating
Now, I hide in dark enclosure
Shades drawn
Goggles on, to block out all light
And slow their dance
That I free my eyes to open
Can Sunlight again Embrace
Dora Obi Chizea
2007