Wounds Poem by Valerie Dohren

Wounds -
Incisions into the heart
cutting deep, difficult to heal -
so we cover them with balm
and a sticking plaster
hoping that, soon, they will mend.
But time is a slow healer -
sometimes never.
Therefore, they begin to fester
and the infection grows until -
until the pain becomes too hard to bear.
If only we could have treated them
with a little more care
before it became too late.

©️8/11/2024 Valerie Dohren