Itchiness

can’t quite reach it
put my finger on it
somehow I missed…
messed
veered, erred and
didn’t bless

could I return
go back and stop the burn
somehow unpick…
scratch
unstick, backtrack
snuff the match

I would

am I traumatised or
living without regrets
both self-inflicted wounds
both will blister…
pester
boil and ooze
and fester

could I truly
go back and own the moment
somehow admit…
assess
pitch, toss, turn
and confess

would I