A welcomed reaction

   Oh how hives are created. Hovering over
pale skin. All surrounded by a shaking, rattled
nervous female.

    Why did they appear? Why can't I seem to
erase them from my freckled, white skin?

     Ugh! How I try to hope for the anxious
waiting time to end. To walk away from all that
is creating the uproar of rounded welts.

    How can I explain the rash, hives to you? How
can I even begin to explain the reason why
they began?

     Need not to bother with that now for the time
will never be right. Best to keep tongue silenced
and eyes constantly alert.

     Walk awat from all that may tempt and continue
to move forward. No hindsight to remind,
remember the echoing reasons.

     Shhh my mind says to the heart. The roaring,
growling inner voice of wrong. So much of it longs
for one more chance, try to conceal the hurt given.
Still I claim a right to evade all that has recently
jumped up. To rake clean and shake off would
be excellent.

    So the redness beckons fingernail scratches. I
lay my hand flat and slap once to bring more
stinging and pain to a screaming halt. I bite my lip,
drawing blood for moment, hoping that the
ringing ends fairly soon.

    Did you really want to understand the hives?
Why the approached my sensitive skin, beckoning
a recognition of sorts?

    I would but for your negative reaction, hesitation
all proves to me too much thought on your part
would be harmful.

    No worries dear friend, dear loved one.. You are
my constant exictement and the most nerve
wracking experience life gives. I welcome you
every time and still I receive a bitter hello of red
raised circles on upper arms and behind
knees.

    Yes, to you, I give grand thanks. Smile and
be happy I even get a reaction,period, in an
icy world.