I have a childhood friend who made my stomach churn.
Knots so large, I cried to stay home from school every day.
“You’re not sick; come on grab your bag, you’re going.”
Beginning of adolescence, no sign of her yet. I’m in the clear, right?
I have a childhood friend so loyal, I cannot quit her.
Whenever it rained, she came knocking on my door. Instead of stomach aches, my head pounding and searing. Turn off the lights please. I need to go back to bed.
Advil, no that’s not right.
Aleve? Worked for a while.
Excedrin. I think we found her kryptonite.
And please, don’t forget to hydrate.
I have a childhood friend who in my young adulthood likes to remind me of her presence every now and then. Like a knife wound digging further in my skull, blurry vision and nausea take over.
Oh, that’s funny, I can’t feel my right arm.
She doesn’t like it when she’s ignored.
Doctors’ visits, MRIs, headache journals, and a list of all the possible triggers. Please stop knocking on my door. I want to say goodbye once and for all.
I have a childhood friend so loyal, I cannot quit her…
just yet.
