Doctor’s Orders

 

Take something fractured and handle it

With nursing hands.

 

It’s beating, not broken

And each piece is precious.

 

Be aware of the fault lines

as they plaster into wall tissue,

Nestled in a place where

You can’t see the scars.

 

Let patience help healing –

Mis-timed words and furrowed glances

Will Tear at stitches

And cast an ogre’s shadow:

An echo of the past,

Where a whole lot was left unsaid.

 

Stay well clear of these unintended refractions.

 

And when the beat finds its rhythm,

Let humble words pour…

Love speaks for itself in all kinds of ways.

 

And,

When the heart is big enough to handle a,

Or another, Fracture;

Breathe a sigh of relief:

The healing is done.