A prickleA Poem by Trivén
A nettle sting some iching may bring
But some itches are not made for scratching But some are to be tickled and diddled and stoked Roaringly so, creativity go To all-time new heights soaringly A stub of the toe, a painful foe But some pains you should not immediately rid Pain of the mind, a story untold An unread message, an unheard song Waiting, but fading, for a listen Mindfully course-correct Hear youself honestly To begin to heal what's wrong © 2025 TrivénReviews
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