Itch

I once red a poem
That red me back

I once wrote a poem
That set me aback

To far away places it took me
But from the comfort of my own home

Now it urges me to push on
Like an itch scratched by movement

Stagnation makes it worse
Movement makes it better

So I choose to move
Everyday I take a step

And everyday I can feel it get scratched
I will make it there

Were I do not know
But what I will is the last time I scratch
For I will scratch no more

29/01/15