Minding the Mind
Another day in hell
The lights are off
The curtains drawn
I'm trying not to hug the toilet
But the sledgehammer keeps pounding
Behind my eye
And my stomach wants to
Keep the beat
Along with it
I'd lie on the couch, but
There's no comfortable position
I've already told my clients
I won't be available today
That I don't know when I will be
Still, I know I'll try to work because
Well, what else can I do?
Migraines are a bitch
Everything you hoped for
Everything you worked for
Can slip right out
From under you
And there's no way to stop it
From happening
I was told mindfulness
Is an answer
To focus on the moment
Not the pain
To feel yourself
Where you are
As you are
And let everything else go
The trouble is
I'm a writer
More specifically
I write science fiction, so
My head is always filled with
Ideas for new stories
Foundations for new worlds
I could not function
With no thought but
The present
And therein lies the dilemma
One I'm clearly not going to
Solve today
I think I'll just go
Throw up again and
Contemplate how aliens
Engage in the process
Themselves
I've learned that's the best way
To manage such difficult challenges