So to speak!
This darn skin that I am in,
Nothing, but itching, and scratching,
Most uncomfortable, it really sucks,
If it’s not, the inner bugs,
The outer, do me in,
The outer I can slap,
Or catch them in a trap,
But the other,
The ones that really bother,
Their sources, first must map,
Darn this itching scratching biting,
Where in darn are these bugs hiding?
Turned myself inside out and outside in,
Peeling every piece of skin,
And looked, with looking glass and lighting,
I sense there something hidden,
Came I closer, I’d get bidden,
I know it, but is it fear?
I recoil, when I get near,
Am I, with a love bug smitten?
I’m so close; I can hear it clear,
The sources troubles near,
Curled up in my heart with bliss,
Not, to scratch it, I would miss,
I think, that is my fear,
And if I listen to my heart,
To gently scratch that loving part,
Scratch there, to help the itch,
Before, to other scratching switch,
Sort of, put the horse before the cart.
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Whatever your scratch is telling you Jas!
GOOD Poem!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Lady Sheexooo
STay Positive!
Georg
Or just an itch that needs temporary scratching?
Walt