Confession: Headache

I’ve Got an Incredible Headache
By Jack Prelutsky

I’ve got an incredible headache,
my temples are throbbing with pain,
it feels like a freight train with two locomotives
is chugging about in my brain.
I’m sure I can’t stand it much longer,
my skull’s being squeezed in a vise,
as regiments march to the blaring of trumpets,
and thousands of tap-dancing mice.
My head’s filled with horrible noises,
there’s a man mashing melons inside,
someone keeps drumming on bongos and plumbing,
as porpoises thrash in the tide.
An elephant herd is stampeding,
a volcano is blowing its top,
and if I keep hitting my head with this hammer,
I doubt that my headache will stop.

My name is Bianca and I have metaphorically been hitting my head with a hammer and consequently have a severe migrain.

Isn’t it funny how we can create our own pain? Like when we try to impress the habitually unimpressed, how we chase after acceptance from the unacceptable, seek love from the un-loveable, and get offended by the exceptionally offensive. When all we really need, is to be impressed when we look in the mirror, accept ourselves for who we are and to fall madly in love with the person we have become. Then everything falls into place. Our choices all of a sudden make us happier. We no longer allow others to mistreat us. We can sincerely applaud other’s successes. We fall in love with the right kind of people, and we compassionately train them how to love us, …and the headache stops…
There are millions of reasons for the modern migraine. Today, I will put down my hammer and take some aspirin. I will forgive the unforgivable, accept the unacceptable, find something to love about the un-loveable, and let the offensive find someone else to offend. And hopefully be pain free by Monday.