The scabs

I did some work
on myself the other day,
and picked at the
itchy scabs of my discontent
till they bled, and I
felt the pain.

In the flow and hurt
I became aware
of what is eating me,
and I saw the scabs for
what they are: the surface
of a greater dis-ease.

And as the scabs
began to heal
and flack away
I found some peace
from feeling the pain,
seeing the blood red
and killing the worm.