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Blemish
Some poems come on like a pimple.
they get under your skin
like something that doesn’t sit quite right
that you need to get out, but can’t
until it festers a bit.
The deeper the trouble lies
the longer this will take.
Sometimes it must get ugly before
it leaves you be.
All your cover-up and embellishment
can't hide the fact
that you have a problem to face.
What's your intention, to make it pretty
or just pretend there’s nothing there?
It’s red for a reason.
At times it even seems all creation
is welled up inside you
aching to burst out,
but try to push it out too soon
while the root of its rebellion still remains
and it will just return, demanding consideration.
There's still a seed to this dilemma
you've not discovered
or else it would be out by now.
Stare straight on into the ugliness.
Averting your eyes won't hide it
or help you in your task.
Ignoring it won’t abolish it.
If you're going to get this out
you have to do it right.
Pay full attention to this task.
Just picking at it makes it worse.
Only when your conscience is cleared
Only when it's all expelled, expunged
can you rest right
can your soul lay smooth, unblemished
like a bed stretched tight with clean linen.
Only then can you say,
unsightly though it is:
“This came from me
this shining pearl of my wretched oyster.”
When you are finally serious, set aside some time.
Sharpen a pencil to a pin-prick point
take a good hard look at yourself
and let that wicked little poem
spew upon the paper.
they get under your skin
like something that doesn’t sit quite right
that you need to get out, but can’t
until it festers a bit.
The deeper the trouble lies
the longer this will take.
Sometimes it must get ugly before
it leaves you be.
All your cover-up and embellishment
can't hide the fact
that you have a problem to face.
What's your intention, to make it pretty
or just pretend there’s nothing there?
It’s red for a reason.
At times it even seems all creation
is welled up inside you
aching to burst out,
but try to push it out too soon
while the root of its rebellion still remains
and it will just return, demanding consideration.
There's still a seed to this dilemma
you've not discovered
or else it would be out by now.
Stare straight on into the ugliness.
Averting your eyes won't hide it
or help you in your task.
Ignoring it won’t abolish it.
If you're going to get this out
you have to do it right.
Pay full attention to this task.
Just picking at it makes it worse.
Only when your conscience is cleared
Only when it's all expelled, expunged
can you rest right
can your soul lay smooth, unblemished
like a bed stretched tight with clean linen.
Only then can you say,
unsightly though it is:
“This came from me
this shining pearl of my wretched oyster.”
When you are finally serious, set aside some time.
Sharpen a pencil to a pin-prick point
take a good hard look at yourself
and let that wicked little poem
spew upon the paper.
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