well healed ?

We break and we tear
Scarred by our own selves
We are splinted and
Cast in plaster
For weeks or
years.
More
Or less.
When our cast is peeled.
Bones healed but scars remain
For time
alone cannot always heal
we emerge as
Molted snakeskin
Staring aghast at our
Own lying limb
Wondering
if more Bad
Than good was done.

We futilely scrub to shake
The rattles away.
From our former
Wounds.

But it is too late
For the bough
Is shriveled.
Atrophied.

Shaking
Our cumulative heads
We recognize no normal.
Rehabilitation
Of the
Broken
requires
therapies, whirlpools, eddies, currents.
months of staring
At
A part no longer of us
And
Wondering
Wondering
If
Ever
Ever?

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