Drifting through clouds — I wander. Wandering free — I float. Suddenly, lightning strikes! It ripples through — coursing, pulsing, pulling. Pulling. Pulling? Pulling at nothing. Nothing… Nothing? Not nothing. I… I… I’m drifting… Drifting through clouds, I float. Floating on nothing — thunder claps. Slapping me back — flashes of light. Light. Lightning? Lighting me up. Up! UP! Upwards it curls! Curling — coursing, pulsing, pulling. Pulling. Pulsing. Pounding. Nothing. Nothing? No. Not nothing. Pulling. Not pulling. Sucking, drinking, taking. Taking. Taking! Eating, consuming my mind. Darkness... Ah. Blissful darkness. Drifting through darkness. Floating. I’m floating — freely I wander. Wandering. I’m wandering — through clouds I drift. Drifting. I’m drifting — blissful through darkness. Drifting through clouds — lightning strikes. Striking — rippling through. Floating on nothing — thunder claps. Slapping — pulling me back. Back from the darkness… Back from the dark… Flashes of light. Curling upwards. Curling it pulls me. Pulling me down… Pulling me… Pulling…
What’s the poem about?
Short answer, my daily struggle with Fibromyalgia. Something that so often goes unseen, but never unfelt.
DAMN. I feel this one. It’s been 20 years for me, and I can never make peace with it. Thank you for the poem, and I’m sorry you’re in this club.
I’ve had it for years. It kept me awake for three solid weeks in the beginning. Meds couldn’t put me out until I was given cyclobenzaprine which may not work for everyone. You do best if you keep your weight down. But when you eat, the endorphins relieve the pain for a little while.