Oh to have the words
Yet not be able to form
Cursed mouth
Stitches prevent eating
And talking too
A darkness so black
Didn't know if I could overcome
Frustration comes like the waves of pain
Every four hours the drugs make it a little better
Life goes on
I'm expected to follow
"But wait!" I beg
"Let me catch my breath and recover"
Needing longer than I thought
Not as easy as the doctor made it sound
Maybe deeper issues need to be healed
Superficial bandages placed precariously for an easy fix
The gaping wound still festers
More than physical pain
Torn apart on the inside
Laughing hurts
Due to sutures and wounded spirits
Bleeding slowly subsides
Purging with salt water
Desperate to cleanse
I wish my gum graft could have been done on my heart
And placed healthy tissue on the dead part you left behind
No surgery to correct this
I must play doctor
And make it better
One day at a time.
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