I have many scars on my heart
from words people spoke it just
could not take.
Spoken from secrets of their own
brokenness, giving them power
over the weak.
Many things have been attempted
to stop the pain from getting infected.
Regret seeps in as I recall — the junk I
tried to fill the ache — of all the wounds
within my soul. Feeding it with
liquid and smoke. A ceremony of sorts,
to not incriminate all the hate.
From now on I will only let one
surgeons’ hands upon my heart.
Allowing the miracle to happen
with soft words
of understanding…Giving it a new
beat. The gentleness used as He
traverses the crevices for what needs
to be done, brings a recovery from
my inflictions beyond what has
ever been spoken.
~ Sue Burnett