Gas leaks in garages,
Seizures in scalding showers,
Collapsing into campfires,
Backyard barbecues with hot oil,
Cars that crash.
These simple realities
Now become profound catastrophes.
The injuries are obvious – crystal clear
Like bright flames in darkness,
But I worry the intangible inferno
May scorch your psyche indefinitely.
I read “no past medical history”
Next to an age exactly like my own.
It could have been me in your bed,
My life upside-down thrown.
Embodying empathy and compassion
Is an ideal we always seek.
But the isolation you must feel
With your wounds, your pain,
Forces me to accept this truth:
I cannot begin to try to understand.
But I still choose to reach out my hand.
Dead eschars are excised.
Skin grafts grow like flowers –
Repotted for new life.
Wound edges close.
As a hopeful spark ignites
From the ashes that brought you here,
You will not forget your flames.
I must not forget your tears.
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