Poison Ivy

Poison Ivy

A Poem by Farmgirl

Poison Ivy where do I begin your itch crawls on top of my skin
 your irritating and I cannot resist to scratch

 and then once I do with the spreading there is no turning back
 or taking away that 
only then I'm left with regretting wishing I hadn't done it

 but for me in that brief moment to me the relief to itch was worth it

 then the oil like thrown on a wildfire substance inflames and engulfs all of those places i itched for so long
 and then you begin to grow on the body in number even up higher and down below
 everywhere I scratched the oil like a bomb exploded
 all over by then the rash had spread but that itch

 just that 1 scratch for relief at that time was  worth it
 until I look in the mirror and I realized that I look like a leper or someone with psoriasis all over
 and it's discouraging and then I'm left thinking that itch that 1 scratch just wasn't worth it I was stupid to not resist your irritation I should have just let you remain a pestilence for a moment just like you sometimes  my husband
 And as I'm waiting and praying for the irritation and pestilence of oils to dry up and finally be over
 to give me sweet relief from the urge to itch all over
 it begins again more and worsens my condition further 

and I think to myself again the itch was just so intense I just couldn't resist the urge further  

and now all that work and money spent on alcohol and creams just seems worthless
 and wasteful and though a scolding hot shower will suffice it for a moment
 then I get out and cold air touches it and the itch starts all over

 oh how I'm enduring a different kind of torture 
  Somebody relieve me from my hands that just can't resist itching tape them together for me so I can start healing
 I'm creating a longer term misery
 this just isn't my week or month or something I tell you if its not one thing it's another
 but this is my consequence I believe in reaping what I sew you see
 and this week my husband made me angry he kept provoking me
 and we'll I only tolerated it for so long and then I punched him
 I did not resist the urge to avoid it
 so yes this is my consequence It is what I get for thinking for hitting him in the face in anger I would get away with it and that hitting him to shut up attacking would be worth it

© 2016 Farmgirl


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Farmgirl
Farmgirl

Farmtown, MO



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