Incision (and a cut to the Psychi)
I have scars as do others
which are proofs of living.
My biggest physically, was after
The scalpel incised into my chest.
You see my time has been both extreme,
I had my heart opened to the air
This, long after it had first been broken,
Injured as a cost when love had been lost.
So there are both Physical
And Other scars surrounding
Then from out of nowhere,
A lender allocated me extra time.
And this now is how I am able to live and love.
For there is no more precious a spark
Than that of the heart beat which staves off death.
It is the rhythmic signature of life
And the metronome of mortality.
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