THE HEALER

Divisions and wounds

I'm compelled to repair.

My primary intention,

Bring opposing sides together.

Suturing with suggestion,

But first haemostasis.

Preserve the sanguine,

Optimistic nature.

A decision for change made,

Move on to the next stage:

Add some heat; inflammation.

A rememberable reaction.

In this alchemists mind,

I can see what's desired.

Next step: proliferation.

Produce offspring less stubborn.

Then after a short time

We get maturation.

Opposites connected

By the next generation.

When the healer has finished

The wounds are diminished.

But if conditions won't permit

There's dehiscence, a split.

The secondary intention

Is to be more patient.

Debride, release tension.

Opposites eventually attract.

Time heals all wounds,

Though more painful,

Unpleasant, profound.

And still the world turns.