Curing Humans.

Second prize winner has been my part
Always second in the games of humans
Never the first to truly touch one’s life
I could only touch your life after you’ve undergone harm
This is when I step into the picture
I am not the one to provoke the harm, I’m the healer
The mender of humans
I’ve become a hospital
Taking in patients to nurse them back
My arms have become the blankets to warm you from the coldness of the world=
My kisses soothe your thoughts
My thighs show you that not all flesh incites pain
My hands show you that it’s okay to let go and hold on
My eyes show you to see life not as it seems
My feet show you that a balance is what is needed for you to stay on the ground
My mind shows you that knowledge elevates you
And my heart shows you what it is to love without asking for anything in return
See I've become a healer of my generation
To those who fall victim to the games of others
They find refugee in me
And I take pleasure in helping them
Cause I've learned never to become attached
And as much as I may care for you as a patient
My heart does not feel for you in another way
It feels for you as a victim and nothing more
There has been on few occasion
Where the patient’s case really got to me
There has always been attraction
But I try to keep it professional
But they were all different from each other
Different needs
Different wounds
Different wants
Different ways of healing

And since I'm passive in my emotions

I'm flexible to their needs not my own

And this fact borthers me a bit

Not because I should feel for them, but because I don't know how

So to distract these disturbing questions

I took on new patients

Fixed them right up

And the cycle never stops

Your pain doesn't stop

And my questions remain unanswered.

- Palaguachi

Will probably add on.