Rough, severed, strands of muscles mend,
And capillaries reconvene.
Deep bruises, burnish, fade, and blend,
The flesh refreshed, wounds stitched and seamed.
A million cells restore and grow,
Afflicted matter rendered well,
Such healing miracles bestowed,
Yet, as they work, it hurts like hell.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
