WHAT MYSTERIES LAY BENEATH EACH SCAB  (8-17-17, 1:07am, Cathedral City ('Cove'), California)

           
pick not at scabs            
not quite yet done            
with their silent  healing lot            
for its hard to tell            
most oft            
just where theyre at            
in their given task            
until theyre fully done            
for underneath            
their protective sheath            
new skin may be or not            
and if it be            
the latter            
the blood it weeps            
when picked beneath            
may clot or not            
yet even if it does            
youll only set your healing back            
another day or two      
at most            
unless  of course            
you pick at it again            
unconsciously      
or with intent            
still either way            
nonetheless            
the lesson              
whether learned or not            
clearly best          
both heard and heeded          
is not to pick at it at all            
though that itself alone            
is easier said than done            
more frequently than not            
as evidenced by this paper here            
whose thin skin i write upon            
ive now scratched up a lot        
with pointed pen in hand            
into this long          
dry  inky scab            
of freely released
fresh ink s flow  
into this      
quietly surfaced   
loosely structured            
freshly congealed      
newy manifested    
poem  
which unless  
its left alone  
and never read  
unscratched  
by mining eyes  
unpicked  
by prying  
minds  
just like with any
wound of flesh
it too may likewise  
never fully  
heal
as well
no matter
however many
times i might
go back
to re read it
then impulsively
re edit  revise
or change it
if i can
in hopes
of
making it
better