Healing

Plucking at thorns, plugging the blood,
Taping and gumming and gluing,
And restraining the gushing flood.

Touching edges, filling crevices,
Fixing and pinning and mending,
And striking at the constant nemesis.

Braving scars, accepting the mess,
Cleaning and healing and sealing,
And embracing all with a caress.

Supressing the hurt, repairing the wound,
Patching and loving and covering,
And blocking the agony of the doomed

Erratic it pumps, then slows and goes,
Yet holding on, it beats,
And the deafening silence bows.

Strengthening its core, and a heave,
Slowing and steadying and believing,
Placed back upon my sleeve.