When it’s a bad day,
the pain is there with waking.
Constriction or stabbing,
nausea or aching;
it fills the head until there is nothing in the world
but the hopeless frustration,
that I will never be well again.
When it’s a bad day,
there are no conversations,
no outings or errands,
only holding the head,
taking another pill,
and praying tomorrow will be
a better day.
Shawn L. Bird 