Just notice what is happening, the itch that is there,
With questions festering around it - 'why me' , 'is it fair'?
The dull throbbing of pain, from a distance observe,
Let it ebb and flow naturally, neither lead nor serve.
Be open to what is happening, the desire to scratch,
Just let it linger a moment, for acting fast has a catch.
You may wound yourself, if you scrape premature,
While if you let it ferment, it would disappear for sure
Be intentional to what is happening, you intend to be itch free,
Not this particular manifestation, but to get rid of all is the key.
Scratch where it matters, pick up your battles and fights,
Don't let the world dictate, what are your duties and rights,
I'm itching to make poetry, my full time vocation,
If I scratch in time, maybe for me still salvation.