I woke and paused to send a thread of thought out.
No pressure. No squeezing. No stabbing or throbbing.
No pain.. I hesitated to move for fear it would sneak up on me
as it had been doing for the past eight days.
Finding me in my weakest moments.
Just when I thought I might be free.
This time it seemed to be gone,
Not just waiting for me to make the wrong move and set off
that would send me back under the covers,
into the dark and quiet womb of my bedcovers.
Back to search for numbing blackness
with just the top of my head sticking out of the pile
to keep my head cool
to keep my head from overheating and exploding again.
Perhaps I could attempt to sit up – to see
if today I might be free from its grip.
I gently pushed back the covers and pushed myself up.
Tentatively taking in a breath of air, testing my limits.
A small stretch.
And then a bigger one to get out the kinks in my shoulders
from hunching under covers for so long.
Just to sit and blink at the morning light,
and listen to the morning birdsong
with no flinching or cringing. No pain..