Dear Atopic Eczema

Dear Atopic Eczema, As you take away barriers of my skin I have built up walls around my heart Before I knew that I was Pangea, You break me into continents Like colonizers, you spread an itch to all parts of my skin unfairly Turning some skin into wrinkles that match grandmother's While others become drenched in the lack of love My nails have become law that separates Raising areas into tiny mountains Or deep faults that mark my skin Causing pink swells to become random puddles across my body You have caused me shame and confusion No mirror could tell me what I was or used to be With my skin constantly swelling and scarring Into tans, pinks, whites, and browns Always wanted to hide Always made me wonder what I was supposed to be What I could be... On days when I shed white flags You wage war and blood Swelling with a pinkish rage Leaving patches of cracked soil As well as valleys of blood I remember crying in the shower Because even you have made water The source of life Feel like juices of lemon Drenching skin filled with wounds of war Only on days where I have triumph other challenges Do I thank you for my Enlightenment Only days when my loved ones still Hug me, Kiss me, Or hold my hand Do I owe my gratitude to you On days like these I can hope to become Pangea once more Although you leave my body a lifeless desert You have blessed upon me a heart of gardens Yours respectfully, C.S. Caingcoy