Soaking in vinegar

Just some thoughts.

Soaking in vinegar I wonder why I climb into this tub. 

Each past wound cannot heal and keeps burning me.

I keep trying to let them heal and keep my mind busy.

Temptation leads me to pick at the scabs and open it all again.

At what point does this s**t mend itself? 

What do I do to help it along? 

Some days I try to lay in the aloe

It all seems to ferment into vinegar.

Reviews

[Damien Ridge]

Very interesting poem, I enjoyed it. "At what point does this s**t mend itself?" It feels like it takes forever for things to heal/change. I feel you there. Thanks for sharing!