Cells, do your work!

And then the day comes,
The house clean, the list double-checked,
And now, surrender.

******

Trust the skill of the surgeon.

Trust my body
To begin the repair
I’m told starts the very moment
Of the wounding.

Cells, do your work.
Stitch together
All the parts
That have been
Severed.

Take the tiny fragments,
The eroded bits,
Worn out
Detritus.

Send them down
The river of 
‘Thank you for your service’
Into the ocean of
‘Well-done, no regrets.’

Shiny new parts,
New connections.

Some old parts
Have been practicing
To join the new —
Strengthening,
Readying

The new
With the old
Join 

To make me
Whole
Again