The heart takes time to heal
No bandages will do
The pain significantly real
And blood's still seeping through
For damage done there are the clots that come
When finally washed away as healed wounds

Scabs appear but disappear
And leave their scars behind
No remedy exists to alleviate the final act
To cure the marks of defeat

The flow of life needs to travel to its destination. Reaching the crude road of veins which touch the human core and patiently trusting the arteries to breathe life in through the stream.

The heart takes time to heal
No catalyst to drive its
Recovery, the slow process
Of tender love and care
Crucial to refresh and cleanse the body
The clock does not unwind to the will of the one that distrusts his heart

We blossom