Rookie - 57 Points (29 September 1970 / South Africa)

Scratching At My Wounds - Poem by YURI DURAAN

When you see a scab you have to scratch it,

causing the wound underneath to bleed all
over again
you cannot leave well enough alone,
can you?
always fascinated to see the blood –
(oh! there is so much blood sometimes!)
whether you made the wound or not,
rehashing the cause
scrutinizing the effect
analyzing my reaction
and then trying to find the solution…

You are caught in this perpetual motion of
thinking you are healing
but misunderstanding it all….

You are not my healer and cannot, just
because you love me, bring all ugliness to task –

Rather be my constant gardener and put new
plants into my soil….
water me with your unconditional understanding,
or find something else to do with your time altogether.

My scabs are doing just fine -
Time will take its course.

Comments about Scratching At My Wounds by YURI DURAAN

  • (4/13/2008 6:20:00 AM)

    They say time cures all, yet some pain never sees the light of day only the loneliness of night? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 10 thanks Chris (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2008

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