The Thorn
Underneath the deep buried thorn
the sepsis of my soul
build up and suppurates
as puss seeps into my
innermost being.
So hard and painful
to pull out the splinter
and press out the puss
squeezing until
green gives way to red.
Cool astringent wash
cleans out the corruption
and heals from the pierced surface
right down to the core.
Balm, gentle and healing,
to root out infection
and protect the wound
from poisoning once again.
But, the mark the thorn made
will always be there
sometimes giving a twinge of pain
biding time, waiting for bacteria,
inviting necrosis,
it always needs the healing salve
to protect and cleanse.
