Hysterical Wreck to Me.

When love is

for whatever reason

surgically removed

from one's heart and soul

by sharp edged words

and cutting snips

or careless slips

that tear and wound

beyond most repair,

one is left in stitches....

what was an open relationship

is sewed up

beneath tight lines

on ones forehead.

It is usually the lips that are

sewn shut or ears sealed tight

for what can possibly be said

when there is no longer any joy in two.

When all that was

Siamese is now Sianora.

All laughter and compassion are

absent from the flesh

so recently bruised

and suffering as well

from countless old injuries

for sometime to come.

Love is a great healer,

denial often damages or kills.

Tears are its biggest side effect

and an aching emptiness

is filled with hopelessness.

Depression follows

and a desperate urge

of trying to rejoin

what was severed.

This has been known to all

who have endured it,

it is a hysterical wreck to me

where the lighter side

of hysterical is removed

and the darker side of hysteria

grows tumorous in ones soul.

Most grow numb with time

as love withers and dies

but there are occassional miracles

and regrowth has been known to occur

often creating a stronger bond....

and a lasting effect.

With gentle care

and a renewal of loving attention

a hysterical wreck to me

can be reversed

and the hysteria that caused

the losses of love and laughter

becomes a case history.

As two rejoin

and walk a healthier path

back into the future,

holding hands

with hearts as one.

All the scars are still

there but invisible

under love's remission.

Thus they go on.....

laughing together hysterically

in a good way

at what's to come.