This is a poem that I wrote about my experience with seizures. I have epilepsy and it took me and my mother awhile to find a medication that worked and had little side effects. Enjoy!
What a rush! What a thrill!
The shaking of a body,
The electric shocks of your brain
With pictures of perfection,
With pictures of fright,
As vivid as the brightening sun
Clouding the reality of life.
I feel no distinction,
Yet the knife is quite real.
It pierces my stomach,
But I do not close my eyes,
I do not fall asleep,
And I do not see the angels
Of Heaven awaiting me.
Yet I do feel the pain,
Like a thousand stinging bees,
As I hold my mother’s hand
With her trying to comfort me.
Oh, dear Mother!
Forgive me for this confusion of reality,
As you keep holding my hand,
Trying so desperately to comfort me.
Creative Writing of Emily Walz 