Dressing Pain

I keep dressing my wounds so they won’t hurt.
I must be doing them wrong because they still burn.
There’s something that I must be missing.
Maybe I need soft, warm hands for the job.
An angel disguised as a healer.
Maybe I need her, not even a doctor.
Why do I still hurt from a scar that’s covered?
Maybe that’s the mistake.
Maybe I need to let it hurt in the open, so it can heal in tough times.
When the pain is so excruciating you tend to not think straight.
But dressing pain is just an illusion.
Only the brain can fight this infection.

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