It is ironic that this same heart that pumps
life to lungs and limbs
could simultaneously harden and atrophy.
There is no surgeon that can soften
a calloused state of being or remove the thorns
that have crept in-between ventricles and atriums.
I cannot self-apply a balm that will
turn this heart into fertile ground.
I cannot administer an injection that will
anesthetize or staunch a bleeding heart.
Perhaps unseen procedures are best left to
unseen forces.
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