A Pindaric Ode about the worst headaches in the world, the Cluster Headache. |
Ode to Cluster Headache Closest companion for a score of years, Yet to recall your touch summons anguished lament. The undeserved gift of salty tears which wet my cheeks with melancholy sentiment. Bone searing pain and torturous affliction both devised To drag me from Morpheus’ clutches surprised. Those days of agony and moments of despair echo still of stifled cries, clenched teeth and pulled hair. Trembling faith preserved hope through destined course until glimpsed through glassy eyed wonder, visions to aid and transform Pain‘s force as medicine’s latest marvel tore us asunder. Such a simple thing that began our start; a hole in the wall of the chambers of my heart. Then the implanted device, placed to close bestowed such relief only heaven knows. Shoulders loosed of your mantle, finally granted rest. Still I braced myself for the approaching trial and though sleep’s shadow was light at best I’d waken on my own, anxious for your arrival. As if my temerity in seeking a cure would anger and cause reprisal sure. Yet, sweet peace has reigned and life restored to one whose death was nearly assured. Others now deal with your furrowed brow, your caustic humor and vile torment endure. Plague not my doorstep, and take your bow for marionette’s strings hold no lure. Gladly do I destroy the opiate remnants of our history, Ready to partake in life’s marvelous mystery. So farewell Cluster Headache, your time has passed. Your power has broken and freedom’s mine at last |