A day's lesson without light

   The day ran away from me. To allow a nerve to
play on actions all day. Consuming only a hazy amount
of sight. The eyes only open in two hour spurts. Then
to sleep for four. Only then do I realize necessity
teaches a lesson.

    Oh how I had planned much for this day indoor.
For the moments of artistic flare in every place. Still
all was locked away. The comforts of pillows, warmth
and abundance of cotton deepened the eyes of
little or no sparks of light.

     One time. One second then the next. Holding true
to myself I still curl tightly into a ball. A slight bit
frightful of noises, scents and any grand scales of
light. Oh how even silence is too loud.

     An ache to escape into the night air only then I
realize that would only make all worse. Perhaps better
to allow the soul to sleep. The mind, the thoughts to
cease long enough to explore puffy white clouds.
Softness. Oh dreaming is tons better than trying to
squeeze open eyes and flinching against anything I
can focus on.

    Oh as I lay my head down on my pillows I give a
silent prayer to Jehovah to take and place my
thrashing pain elsewhere in my body. Anywhere I can
deal with it, anywhere but my head. Closing my eyes
is even a task within a task.

    A warm cloth over my eyes, bridge of nose and a
bag of ice on nape of neck. Only a few minutes of
relief given but I am grateful Jehovah gave them to
me. Appreciative of the thought that Jehovah gave to
me, just to have enough sense to breathe calmly
and enjoy those minutes in freedom. Oh to prepare
for finale of evening. Ah how much better I will enjoy
my slumber now.

     So my family of brothers and sisters say a prayer
for me. A prayer to help heal the many battles within
the war my head is pursuing.

     Now I say good night until another day arrives.
Perhaps a surprise or two unfolds?