Somewhere. . .

Here is another poem on migraine. Enjoy!

Somewhere there is a child on a field of green who feels the pain in her head

And doesn’t know that her entire life has changed in an instant.

Somewhere there is a teenager scared in an Emergency Room who has lost the ability to speak and is scared because it this disease has taken what she loves most. Language,

Somewhere a mother receives a call telling her that he 18 year old has had a stroke,

Her eyes glow wide with relief, when she finds out it is simply the disease.

Somewhere there is a teenager nicknamed “Advil” in the yearbook,

With the strength to smile and wear it as a badge of honor given by friends

Somewhere a student is explaining to a professor that this disease has the ability to take her away from class and strand her in a dark room

In a crowded dorm room, the same student is dictating a note to a friend telling them that once again the disease has robbed her of language

Somewhere her friends are taking her to the ER, kicking and screaming, willing to fight for her, a battle she cannot fight herself

Somewhere she feels the touch of God in a cold chapel and knows what she must do and so she goes forth, denying herself, taking her cross and following the one who called her.

She feels the defeat of losing the fight, of losing a job, and crying for it.

Still, the letter comes and she follows to seminary.

Somewhere she meets a Marine who will guide her and four others, the man who will draw a military plan, and walk through fire to make sure she is ok.

In a hospital room, she stuggles to breathe as the medicine drips too quickly into her veins and the marine sits by her side and knows she will triumph.

A professor walks in and asks the most terrifying question she has ever heard “How did it feel to be that close to death?” She answers with a jibe and lives to tell the tale.

She sits on the couch crying because she can’t spend time with her mother or her friends.

She dreams of love, life, and fights for both, she wants to help anyone she can and she does.

Somewhere a phone rings and a friend will talk her down through hell, and tell her that she is worthy and wonderful, though she does not know it herself.

Somewhere a mother sits on a couch watching her children play quietly because Mom hurts, but they love her and will learn to live with her strength and power and interllect.

And the child on the field sits in the bleachers hoping the pain will leave her and her mother tells her she will be ok.