It’s always there.

I can’t resist the itching.

I have to poke it, prod it, scrape it.

No matter what I will be weak to an itch.

To control this itch will be a ground-breaking feat.

All that’s left is to find what’s really boiling underneath.

Until then, I have to find a way to prevent myself from caving.




And I’ve been ready.

There’s no need for me to stop.

I’ve set this up for myself, and I’ll see it through.

I’m sure this is what I’m meant to do.

No one else is doing daily spoken word, I literally Googled it.

I’m proud of myself for coming up with a simple idea to share.

All that’s left is for them to see.