Open Heart Surgery

Jul 21, 2011 11:27


It's been ripped out, stolen away, or shattered to pieces more times than can be counted. Emptied out or filled to bursting, it always seems to be broken somehow. Take a thread of compassion to pierce the skin - the first stitch is courage, and the last is patience. To bind the wound is to invite scarring, but wisdom's salve is this: Leave it open.

writing, poetry

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