''You will feel better after you sleep''
'Don't worry a little rest will make you right as rain'
They do not understand the pain.
My mind is plagued and my neck is stiff with ache.
How can I sleep! ?
I am afraid to close my eyes.
Will I see the squirrels play?
Will I see again the swing my father made me in the oak tree?
I kneel and pray like mother taught me because she doesn't understand the pain.
Calm and peace surround me.
But still, there is pounding in my ears. And I long to hear the trumpet call
as I surrender unto sleep.
Zora Mamabolo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/migraine-8/
