A FRIEND IN FEAR
~ 1 ~
I recall when once my migraines were quite bad,
That pink and yellow migrex subdued the pain,
And I was of this fact so very glad,
For from their use some quality of life I’d gain.
When they took the drug from the market shelf,
I feared the agony I’d have without their use,
'Twould ruin my life and deteriorate my health,
Leave me floundering from the pain's abuse.
My fear of this, so great repelled the thought,
That it, the migraine, banished from my head,
That I discovered that dread my new consort,
Gave challenge to the migraine that it fled.
Befriended by this fear of consequence,
I’ve never been harsh migraine's victim thence.
~ 2 ~
Is this the mental power they promote for pain,
Or yet to aid the psychologist in his career ,
Most who suffer so much do reap no gain,
As that which hurts seems not to disappear.
Perhaps if pain caused death it would diminish,
For fear of dying might well provide a cure,
Though often some give up before the finish,
Most do through all their years of life endure.
That which causes pain might bring an end,
To all the suffering one might have to bear,
But that does not the real suffering mend,
Leaving us alive to live with such despair.
Then to a psychologist it is no use to send
One with an ache that they cannot repair.