Heartisan

‘ex post facto’ it is facile to see the human reality of matter one does not need artificial intelligence to feel sorrow and joy a life not bravely examined is not worth living and therefore she dissected her innermost self took scalpel and reason but failed to exhume what matters most when cut through the chase inspected valves chambers and flow of emotion ‘be kind to yourself’ but at first the knife was rather too blunt double edged as well and she needed tweezers and forceps ‘where is the handle because I must get a firm grip wrap a bandage around my soul and tear into pain’ a psychiatry bible rested uncomfortably aside an atlas four chambers no doubt be it water fire air and earth compassion kindness love and no doubt depression formalin tested her nostrils with the corpse unsurprisingly dead broken arrows at the core and faded names inscribed in dry blood the life support machine had groaned under pressure injection and years on the couch but nothing but stasis hemolytic infusions adrenaline cardio version exhaustion until she decided to explore what mattered the most breathing barely more than sufficient she nearly arrested a heart transplant was not for faint hearted patient’s emotions but when she got going there was no going back in her theatre mental surgery required passion courage and centre the eye of an eagle and the skill to let go and recover ‘pioneering is quite fun’ she had to admit and proceeded discovered that she was more than a cultural artefact but living proof of suppression and uneasy surrender what she learnt to love best in the end was her dark depression because this nasty compassion opened her eyes and her heart 5th August 2020