Red is the colour of my skin
An ode to eczema, bleeding, inflammation and seeing beauty in pain
Blood rising, viscous rubies on the surface of my body.
A sunrise every morning
And my sunset mourning.
The clear skin.
Before the blush of fire.
As raw as the new dawn.
This burnt skin.
Cooling my passion.
Building intensity.
As slowly healing flames consumed me.
Bursting anew.
A phoenix from the fire.
Burnished to a brilliance.
Forged through heat so powerful.
That everything is changed.
The pain fuelling my hunger.
Soothing and quenching my thirst.
Let this tortuous journey be a warning.
To question everything and trust yourself.
Because you have the capacity inside.
You are the warning.
The stop sign.
The lesson to listen to your skin.
And just begin.
This journey of discovery.
About the Creator
Ruth Holroyd
Author of The Reluctant Allergy Expert, How to kill the fear anaphylaxis could kill you & The Shape of Skin, poems for eczema, topical steroid withdrawal or anyone with sensitive skin, atopic dermatitis who wants to explore words & healing.
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