More Than A Virus

Nothing is 

that wasn't before
in your heart

laying dormant
waiting
for this unsettling

to show it.

The exposed organ

shrinks from the air

and hides from the light.

It will fight for cover

behind these quibbles about

masks and isolation,

bankruptcy and bordom,

immunities and selfishness,

my way versus your's.

But these are not it;

They are merely the instruments

in the hands of the surgeon,

opening your heart.

Will you see

what lies there

or will you grope for gauze,

shouting, "You don't understand!

I must do this!
There's no other way!"

Will you hear those words

echo off the empty chambers 

of your heart

and understand 

that it can be filled 

another way?

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