Heart Surgeon

A Poem by V.S.L.

Not just anyone can fix me
I've been beaten and bruised and broken
I've been ripped to pieces and sliced deep
I haven't been given time to heal
They keep tearing me back open
My "knight in shining armor" better be wearing scrubs
Wielding a scalpel as a sword
Sutures for a shield
The man who rescues me will have his work cut out for him
I'll need a heart surgeon