...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jNILCzQurM&ab_channel=Mumford%26Sons-Topic. . . He could see it now . . I . That’s a wound. You have to treat it like a wound. . Stop the bleeding, first - Intravenous drips and blood replacement - Clean it, disinfect it, Give it stitches, . Then give it antibiotics And wait for it to heal. . And every time it weeps You clean it again - carefully So as not to let it reopen, And you do that every time it needs it. . And when its finished healing And the stitches have fallen out And its no longer itching Then you treat it for the scar tissue. . You loosen it, and knead it, And remind the body to keep pumping life through it, And reiterate to the mind That the worst is now over. . And then, when all that is done, When the hurt has lessened and the scar is naught But a pale, white line … Then you treat the soul. . And you remind it that good things still exist: That beauty, and joy, peace, wellbeing … That these things aren’t myths - That, despite, they do still exist. . . It’ll pass. Wounds heal. But it takes time; You have to take care of them - Treat them for what they are - . . You were wounded, somehow, Something, somebody, They hurt you Badly … but if you don’t
treat it like an injury, . Then I’m sorry, without the assertion That hope in fact still exists, Even if the wound Does eventually heal … . The symptoms will persist. . . . . . (author’s note: I have zero medical training. This is
written as allegory. ) . . . © 2022 Ookpik |
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