Twisting through me in powerful muscle spasms.
Surfacing from unconsciousness into confusion.
Common knowledge says:
there is an aura before a seizure:
seeing colours ~
smelling burnt toast ~
some kind of a warning giving someone time to lie down.
My warning? Something I can neither see nor smell
lasting only seconds ~ only a vague feeling.
For the first 10 years,
wavering between
attempting normalcy,
taking prescribed medication and
waiting for the next round of seizures,
I fought against learning what it was.
Anger and frustration gripped me when told by a loved one:
'you're going to have a seizure!’
Finally straining for common sense and logic,
I forced myself to ask:
'How can you tell if I’m going to have a seizure?!'
'Your eyes go flat.'
It took years to learn what that meant for me.
I had to learn how my body, my mind and my soul would feel.
It was not a sensation, like smell, sound or touch but
dreamy disconnection from
everything and everyone around me.
Drifting away.
Lesson:
Pay attention to how you feel in your gut, in your head, in your heart.
When sounds grow distant, watery - lie down, get safe.
“To become different from what we are, we
must have some awareness of what we are.”
~ Eric Hoffer
Author's Note: Edited January 28, 2024
1 comment:
Beautiful poem and photo, Sue, I love this and am proud of you for writing this!
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