I was a wreck of pieces that
had been left to rust
from neglect and broken trust.
My smile creaked
like a door hinge,
tinged with sadness
and regret.
Deep in my chest.
I felt nothing.
Nothing stirred.
Not a beat nor a click.
I barely existed.
I was running on empty.
An engine with no petrol
a battery with no juice.
I was a waste. No use.
Eyes misted with dusty tears.
Ready for the rubbish bin,
to spend the rest of my years.
Then I saw you.
You ignited a spark
in my combustion engine
Just a glimmer, but for a second
the engine purred.
Then just as quick it
coughed and spluttered
and threw up its dinner.
A plateful of sick.
I needed a doctor,
to fix this.
I was sent for
corrective
open heart surgery.
I wanted this.
My beating muscle
had started to seep
its syrupy lifeblood out of me.
I knew I needed to repair
the broken bits. Fix my leaky valves,
So, I let the surgeons
get armpit deep into my chest,
picking out the shards of past mistakes,
frozen fragments of forgotten heartbreaks.
And now my engine
is almost as good as new.
Still a few tweaks it could use,
my gearbox could do
with a replacement
My tyres are still flat.
Headlights faded,
my gaze still a bit vacant
but still able to see in the dark,
but now I've started
I have a spark
to find my way back,
to revive my heart.
Thanks for reading.
taken from the #escapril prompt
"Surgery"
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