Night is a time for sleep
The comfort of dreams where skin is clear
I run in the forests as my knees can bend
I am the me I remember again

The comfort of dreams where skin is clear
No more tears of frustration
I am the me I remember again
Fast and focused

No more tears or frustration
Keeping up with the world around me
Fast and focused
I run once again on a fresh cut field

Keeping up with the world around me
I run in the forests as my knees can bend
I run once again on a fresh cut field
Night is a time for sleep?

(c) June Perkins

This poem is a pantoum. and works with repetition of lines. I was reflecting on my battle with psoriasis here. But the poem could be read in other way if I changed the word skin to mind…