Like Aloe to a Sunburn

Like aloe to a sunburn;
Only it is he who scorches my tender skin,
And only he who can apply the moist nectar
Necessary to heal it.

It is he who makes me blister and swell
In a moment whence I regret 
Not having applied strict protection;
And yet he over-runs my system
In some sort of "regeneration".

It is he who peels this skin
As I disappoint my own eyes in my mirror.
All the same it is he who sheds the former me
Revealing a fresh and beautiful new shell
In which I will reside.

So that I might move on.

But he's like aloe to a sunburn.