Heal Thyself

Fetch the sutures and the scissors

It’s time to patch this patient up

Ready, steady the hand that guides

and let us now take haste

But wait, just where does that connect?

Is this a bone meant to be broken?

What of all this spare muscle tissue?

Does this joint hang freely now?

Do I really know the way

this is meant to operate?

Did we get the consent forms

with dotted I’s and all that jazz?

Can I truly say that I know

better than the patient here?

Or am I flying blind again?

Physician, heal thyself He said

Maybe I just forgot to listen…

Old Flames Still Burning

Old flames still burning

unbeknownst to the poor fool

just passing through

The flames dance and lick his skin,

carving new scars and channels

in amongst the ones they left before

that never healed quite right

About to fall apart once more

at the very sight of one

he never quite saw coming

How fitting to find himself

in ashes once again

as she burns so bright across the room

Drawn in before, never to return

and yet the pull is stronger

than the will it took to climb

back out of the hole she left him in

what seems so long ago