I’m been experiencing headaches nearly every day since July. This and the subsequent poems over the next few days are centred around my experience of living with these headaches.
is this headache real
or am i imagining it
i’ve become so used to them
that it’s difficult
for me to remember
what it’s like to live
without a headache
or do i experience
life without a headache
but i don’t realise it
there’s the pain, the
sharp pain that shoots from
the centre of my brain
exploding through my skull
down my scalp and off my chin
confirming the headaches
are still there
a sharp reminder that
life at the moment
is far from normal
The Autistic FellRunner 