(In)Capability, a poem

Capability. An ability to do things for yourself. To be alone in it all. Surrounded by no one except the comfort of your own soul.

I wish I were a doctor, a heart surgeon, so that I could repair my own incapable heart.

In the end, the wound will heal and no one person, not even me, can fix it.

Time. Patience. All things that aggravate me and cause me uncertainty…these are the things that will save me in due time.

It’s funny how the things we hate more than anything will ultimately help us most.

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