My eczema has flared up just lately, and along with this, a delightful cold sore is bubbling away just under the surface, but I was reminded how far I’ve come in just a few years.  Whilst my skin has got worse lately, probably due to the stress of work and house renovations that are going on at home at the moment, it’s never as bad as it was in the past.  I stumbled across this poem that I wrote at a very low time and thought I’d share it because although it’s hard to read, and brings back horrible memories, I have overcome so much and now have much healthier skin, most of the time.  So here it is, a very sad poem from a very sad time in my life.

Just stop scratching
By Ruth Holroyd

The itch is consuming
It takes over my brain
My skin I am tearing
The relief is the pain

Thickened and swollen
Red and sore
Constant skin crawling
I can’t take any more

My eyes are all puffy
My skin is inflamed
All red and angry
I feel so ashamed

I scratch and I scratch
I scratch all day long
The irritation is relentless
And I know that it’s wrong

My nails I cut short
So I use other things
Tweezers, combs, my brush
Clothing and rings

It prickles and tickles
All day and all night
I try all solutions
But no help is in sight

Elimination diets, sun bed treatments
Chinese remedies, herbal potions
Steroids, creams, ointments,
old wives tails and random notions

“Stop scratching” they say
“If only you would try”
“Oh thank you so much”
I feel like I could cry…

It just isn’t that simple
When your skin is so dry
Lumps keep rising, oozing,
Livid, heated. Oh so weary.

I dream of soft skin
Velvet smooth and silky
Of waking in comfort
A shiny new perfect me


One Response to Stop scratching! a sad poem about eczema

  1. This must have been hard for you to read and how true it all is when times are bad. I empathise with every line. Thank you

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