Artwork by Nikki Albert 


I can out-write the migraine,
the vice-grip monster

pain is a horned beast

its weakness is my

I lie to the rest of me
about how the other parts
are doing
I hide away
in Nature’s Memory
Her seasons change on time
& her hawks cry out
in a language I understand

My wing is broken,
the wind on it stings
But I must keep flying

Up & out of the force
field haloed over my head

I want to peer down at myself
I want to put a name to the
battle where I admit my

The bright light
battalion charges
I am forced now to


© Jennifer Patino (2016)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: