Sonnet 11

The patient is rewarded with his time
The healer sees to it he’s given care
With spirits up, his hope begins to climb
A cheeriness now hangs throughout the air

Ten stitches pull apart and they reveal
The skin where used to be a gaping gash
But while the cut has slowly come to heal
The fear of my relapse I cannot dash

For some wounds are too damaging to mend
And even then may mend imperfectly
Or while perhaps they heal to perfect end
May even so maintain a scar to see

But like a doctor I have done my best
You have to hope that time can do the rest