There's an elephant on my face: The sentence is life........

So you're wondering what Trigeminal Neuralgia means for me? Well, it's something like this:

My brain is the Judge

My head the courtroom

My body is a prison

And my sentence is " Life"

This prison provides a toothbrush made of steelwool

At times they're kinder and offer me a piece of sandpaper instead.

Allowed to exercise daily in the windy courtyard

Equivalent to rolling around in electrified fencing

I get to take showers

A shower of nails

And bed time is often

Being strapped down on a pillow of fire ants and barbed wire to caress my face.

I get to see my family daily

Their hugs and kisses are like fire

I cut off the offensive hair, that had turned to knives

But still, the prison-issued clothing, a scarf, will continue to torment me, brushing ever so gently against my cheeks.

My question is....

What is my crime?

What have I done to deserve no possibility of parole (medication that works)

Why don't I have a chance of getting out for good behaviour (surgery)

Or am I to stay in this prison with the chance of my sentence being changed to death?

For now,

My sentence is life

My prison is my body

My head is the courtroom

And my brain, the unfeeling, unsympathetic judge.

My sentence is life.

There's an elephant on my face