Cunning and illusive,
Like the thorn buried in the skin,
You feel and see the object within;
But you can’t reach it…
Your body knows
Something isn’t quite right
and tirelessly it tries to fight
until resolution is found…
It rots, beneath the surface
Somewhere down deep
The poisons start to seep
Destroying the alien form…
All of this is done
Without your permission
Your body has a mission
To protect the host…
And it’s funny how
Painful and how much fuss
Comes up from a piece of dust
You’d otherwise not notice…
Yes, I have a point
To all of this evasive scribble
That would not be called a riddle
About a thorn in the flesh…
I wonder how far we would
Let the thorn sink down into
The skin and not make an issue
Of the intrusion of our personal space…
Would we even notice the thorn
If not for the annoying pain
And pus that forever drains,
That demands our attention?…
Could it be that our lives are like
The thorn in the flesh, quietly
Destroying all of our, quote, sanity
Until something draws our attention…
Could we be that unhappy with
Whatever it is that has our mind
Trapped into a routine of time
As we circle the track yet again…
Could it be that our selves
Would fight, unbeknownst to us,
Or try to hide it, if it must,
Our displeasure with our situation…
Cunning and illusive,
A simple look of ‘you feel it, too’
That something amiss isn’t new
And that evasive thought takes form…
And it grows and festers,
Until it consumes our minds
Twisting and turning, we can’t hide
We can’t escape the thought…
All because of one person,
One person aggravated the seed
And fertilized those weeds
Showing us our discontent…
Or did I plant the seed;
Am I the thorn causing pain,
Am I the one that owns the blame
For causing restlessness?…
I think I am the problem:
I talk too bold and say too much,
Just enough questions to cast some doubt
On everything you knew before…
I am very sorry,
I never want to cause discord
And lament I ever said a word
That made you feel dissatisfied…
I am sorry that my struggle
Has taken hold of you
And altered your view
And made you question your place…
Or were you already asking
Questions within and about yourself
Trying to find a little help
And I supplied the healing poison…
Because in order to heal
We must first destroy part
Maybe all I did was start
The painful healing process…
Let me hope it is that…
Thank you for letting me share
My heart and mind right here
And maybe we can all find balance…
OneFourZeroPM 
So why do we have to fall apart to heal? I feel like I’m “falling apart” way more than I am healing from my wounds. Is it because I’m not learning what I was supposed to be learning or what?
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You know how when you have a scab you want to keep picking at it? And the more you pick at it, the bigger it gets and the longer it takes to heal? I think it’s like that. I think the problem is we don’t wait until we’re healed before we try to go again and we tend to pick at our insecurities which doesn’t help us any. I don’t think it’s that we’re not learning, but maybe that we need to get stronger…it’s not weakness to take care of ourselves; that takes true strength.
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