On getting Something off my Chest
There was something on my chest
Near the bottom of my ribcage
Like a spot
Or a bite
And it had been there for months.
And when I scratched it
My arm itched
On the inside of my elbow
Because everything
In this world
Is One.
Today it itched again
And I took a proper look at it
And I took out the thorn
That I had been carrying
For months.
In an ideal world
This would be a metaphor
For Something
Profound.