Burn

It burnt and blistered skin,

So I should be mad.

It hurts like a b***h, I tell you,

But I'm struggling to be sad. 

I could do without the pain, I suppose,

But its keeping me awake. 

It was an accident I promise, 

But just not quite a mistake. 

The shock left me quick.

The pain did stay a while.

Through panicked breath, a shamefully admit,

I struggled not to smile.

The after care is horrid,

A part I'd like to never have again.

But writing has become a lot easier,

Since this burn has become my friend.  

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[J.Sin]

Damn, I can SO RELATE to those last two lines...
"But writing has become a lot easier,
Since this burn has become my friend."

Once the pain is accepted and turned around into something of a muse, things become so much better. :)
Thanks for sharing this piece. Cheers!