Heartisan
‘ex post facto’ it is facile to see the human reality of matter
one does not need artificial intelligence to feel sorrow and joy
a life not bravely examined is not worth living
and therefore she dissected her innermost self
took scalpel and reason but failed to exhume
what matters most when cut through the chase
inspected valves chambers and flow of emotion
‘be kind to yourself’ but at first the knife was rather too blunt
double edged as well and she needed tweezers and forceps
‘where is the handle because I must get a firm grip
wrap a bandage around my soul and tear into pain’
a psychiatry bible rested uncomfortably aside an atlas
four chambers no doubt be it water fire air and earth
compassion kindness love and no doubt depression
formalin tested her nostrils with the corpse unsurprisingly dead
broken arrows at the core and faded names inscribed in dry blood
the life support machine had groaned under pressure
injection and years on the couch but nothing but stasis
hemolytic infusions adrenaline cardio version exhaustion
until she decided to explore what mattered the most
breathing barely more than sufficient she nearly arrested
a heart transplant was not for faint hearted patient’s emotions
but when she got going there was no going back in her theatre
mental surgery required passion courage and centre
the eye of an eagle and the skill to let go and recover
‘pioneering is quite fun’ she had to admit and proceeded
discovered that she was more than a cultural artefact
but living proof of suppression and uneasy surrender
what she learnt to love best in the end was her dark depression
because this nasty compassion opened her eyes and her heart
5th August 2020
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2020
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