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Jun 2016 · 295
Migraine
Chance Ducray Jun 2016
It creeps up the back of my neck calling out to who it knows
It lashes its tongue trying to bring me into the abyss that lies below
It sits there waiting, watching, coiled, ready to strike
It turns my world black and white removing color from my sight
It takes the bright of day and turns it into black of night
It tells me you don't need this, you don't need them, you can do it alone
It says the best home is the one whose location is unknown
But this is a lie
Take it from the guy who has had migraines for years who knows the fears of hiding all these tears behind a fake laugh
No one chooses to walk this path
But it was a lie if I said I ever wished anyone else this pain
I know that I can handle this strain
I know that I am strong enough to drag these chains and still run uphill...
But even still there are days when I can not stand up and on one of these days I screamed out for help and put my hand up
Then an angel reached out for my arm as soon as I took it the headaches did me no harm
The she said 'Your not alone anymore, I will fight you this battle I will win you this war"
The beast began to fear my beautiful new friend
Fearing its time was coming to an end
With all of its strength it lashed out one more spell with the words that it spoke to my knees I had fell
When I fell this angel did too as my pain as my pain got worse the angels grew too
In one last show of strength the angel reached out for a kiss
When her lips touched mine a moment of pure bliss
As our lips brushed together a warmth spread over my entirety starting a beautiful warming fire inside of me
Melting the icy beast who had held me for so long
The angel whispered into my ear the most beautiful of songs
I was safe I was comfortable I was truly born again thank to my angel to my love and my best friend.
Jun 2016 · 363
Heaven or Hell
Chance Ducray Jun 2016
Heaven or Hell...its not a choice many sit and ponder but when I stop and start to think my mind begins to wonder.
But more it is a path to choose, a choice I have to make, walk beside an angel or stride the rebels gate.
Now with all fairness no side is evil, No,  just two different spectrum two different paths to show.
One has been walked by many but none this young in age,
the other is unwritten its story is torn from the page.
  Down the first path lies a mountain so still and so high. Which brings me to my next question, what lays on the other side ?
Does there lay a hidden cliff veiled by mystical powers or does there lay a valley filled with the most beautiful of flowers ?
Down the second path lies a man whose large in stature who seems to want to keep me from writing this books next chapter.
Between the man and the path lays chains of three. But who here is truly trapped the man the path or me ?
I wrote this poem trying to choose between two lovely ladies. If you're are wondering I made the right choice.

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