[Poetry] Surgery

"I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures." - 老子 (Laozi)
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i found a hidden temple in the holding room –

a spiritual sanctuary of reflection

where Father Time seems to dwell in infinity,

and meditation fills the sterile air.

You had donned Your silver surgical cap

an outward sign of readiness!

but i saw in Your eyes

apprehension

and fear.

in the holiness of the temple walls,

You told me Your secret:

“estoy nerviosa.”

did no one else think to ask You?!

or perhaps They did not know how.

in this trusted space,

charlamos, y yo vi Su sonrisa.

You were finally ready for war, internally,

just in time

as You were then swept away for combat.

the Team prepped Your skin for incision

but it is clear i am without a role

in the Supreme Hierarchy

except as a mere

obstacle –

but

i

silently

acknowledge my capacity

to have prepped your soul – for

i

held Your                           hand

as the                    sedation took over          and

Your eyes            began                   to close.                             

i

caught Your final glance,

stroked Your hand,                          and

sent You into battle.

i am indebted to You for trusting the deadweight.

You gave me a purpose

and make my passion

worth the mockery –

and so i promise

to faithfully

serve

You.