This is being one of those weeks.  My headache is still with me.  I now also have some better painkillers and a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I get very tired of all of this.

just like Jacob,
I wrestle my angel
but dawn never seems to come
though the sun glints over horizon
and has for time gone by
and though the wound is there
and the ache is now familiar
wounded, blest, and still
we’re here, wrestling
in the faint light of dawn

written August 2008