aftercare


"aftercare"

 

 

When a scab is lifted,

the skin beneath is tender,

like a newly shaped poem.

 

Do not rush to cover it.
But leave it out in air

 

to finish what words began.

Healing is not the poem—

but poems make for healing.

 

 

 

 

 

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Written on 2026-07-23 at 03:34

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Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the comparison between the poem and the scab
unusual, for me it makes it raw and fleshy
2026-07-23